Remembering Sandy

Superstorm 2012

By Beth Schorr Jaffe


Fallen tree trunks,


Permit longs rays


Teasing soil.


Growth blinks,

Where darkness

From bowed limbs,

Shield muddy corpses.


In the clearings,

The animals, the insects,

The housekeepers, us all;

Wave our hearts,

Efforts to cast shadows,

Wanting to somehow remain.