(The ocean poem is dead. Long live the ocean poem!)
Oh what havoc
a hurricane can wreck,
loosing stairs from houses,
houses from stairs, lifting
and carrying away years
of construction
to some arbitrary location
and then burying all the roads.
Of course, the map
is not the territory,
and this is not a poem
about the ocean,
it’s just, this time
I am certain
as a storm surge,
and so also irrevocable—
it’s like Neruda said,
the tide goes no, and then no,
and no, and no, and
yes.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Really love your work and your vibrations you send off is powerful #respect……hope you have a blissful day
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Thanks! Same to you
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You have beautifully captured the essence of disaster and thus captivated your readers. Wonderful!
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Thank you, Dharmesh!
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Please write about the ocean forever! Amazing and moving sense of destruction but in a way that felt like a tumultuous yet much needed cleansing.
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Thanks, Jesse! It is amazing to go out the day after a hurricane– the destruction is horrifying but in a way it can be surreally beautiful
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Yes!
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