I Apologize

Honesty flowing out of me,

it is Katrina over a broken levy.

Levies broken so soon.

I will not swoon

for Katrina.

And I apologize but will not sympathize

 for a loss without a gain.

One in which,

 I watch.

Pitter patter,

waiting for the dismissal

Of words,

hopes,

dreams to spare.

Ones that, I really wouldn’t dare

Let escape.

A bag of winds,

Hold tight.

Threading and pulling as winds prevail,

pulling the ropes sail after sail.

I will seal it shut, the best I can.

To let it escape, I would not dare.

 I said I wouldn’t,

and I thought I couldn’t,

but the levies couldn’t hold

 as the honesty

flew out of me.

That Katrina with no shame.

I begged and pulled the bag of winds closed,

the pandora’s box with fate’s return.

I apologize. 

Original photography and poetry by Erin Thomas