Parachute

Ocean waves are circles
Like giant donuts spilling outward
At least when they get big enough
At least that’s what the dream said
Just before the storm started
When the wind picked me up
When it threw me into the air
Powerless I saw the sea
A blanket held at the edges by powers invisible
Shaking the fabric
Like those parachutes kids play with
A death gray patchwork parachute
Giant water donuts
Surging rolling spitting growling
Friends family loved ones nowhere to be seen
Alone
And what would I do if I had them
The outcome is out for delivery
We survive alone
We remember together

-T. Weeks