Sunshine.
We hadn’t seen it in 2 days.
800 miles,
Of floods,
And rain,
And winds that rocked us,
Here to there.
800 miles,
Of fear and dread,
And clamoring to
Hope of refuge.
800 miles,
Of nothing but semi trucks
And us,
And darkness.
By the sweet graces,
Of all things good and pure,
At the halfway point,
Between North Carolina and
Virginia,
Was clear and radiant
Sunshine.
The relief set in,
With a shared gasp of air.
Escaping with just
The nearness of death,
And the nearness of life.
Eureka!
Shouted in a single tear,
We drove out into the horizon
Unscathed.
About the Creator
Nitsua
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