Ready or Not
Oh, the irrepressible anxietythat arises when snow
becomes a possibility,
even days away.
We Southerners panic!
However shall we survive
with power outages looming
and milk and bread in short supply?
I don’t even drink milk.
Why would I buy it now?
Give me a case of beer,
some Hot Hands, and
a jar of peanut butter -
the holy trinity for my survival.
Oh, and a way to charge my phone.
Goodness, that’s the real peril -
to be totally disconnected.
What if I freeze to death - offline?
And so we wait…
If the snow comes, it comes.
If it doesn’t, we curse the meteorologists
while denying we ever fell for it.
The line at Food Lion
proves otherwise.
But if it comes,
we will text while we can,
check in on our friends,
and remember that spring
is but a month or so away.
Disconnected from the noise,
we might even remember
how to sit still,
how to wait,
how to be content
within the storm
that is not weather-related.
Severe weather teaches us nothing
we don’t already know.
The sun will rise again,
and we will still be here,
waiting on the other side
ready to keep moving…
onward.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-01-21 at 20:39
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