“The interstate suffered catastrophic infrastructure damage during Hurricane Helene, when a five-mile stretch of eastbound lanes completely crumbled and washed into the Pigeon River near the North Carolina–Tennessee state line.”


Mountain Pass

While workers rebuild
a highway left in ruin
when nature’s fury spilt
wild wind and heavy rains,
stones are pushed
by powerful machines,
clearing the way
for new construction.

Once a hurricane
made its way
across a mountain range,
erasing what man spent
decades building.

Now cars, trucks, creep
while frustration mounts:
for vacationers anxious
to check-in and unwind,
for goods waiting to be stocked,
for people just wanting
to get on with their day.

I wonder,
once it’s all renewed
what is to stop it all
from happening
again?




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-06-13 at 01:52

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I do not know. It hurts to think about
2026-06-15


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a poem that invites the reader to contemplate on the unanswerable. For Mankind, as yet, does not have the power to accurately foresee the future. Plus it is very descriptive of Mankind's need to reconstruct. Personally I think the straight answer is that there is nothing to stop it happening again, especially the 'way things are'. The ultimate power of Nature is unstoppable - though, most likely, it is pure chance as to whether it will strike that exact spot again. Blessings, Allen
2026-06-13