Hurricane Season
July 2 2024
Is coming earlier
lasting longer.
And all you can do
is hope a butterfly’s wings
flapping lazily
in the Indonesian littoral
or off the Florida Keys
will make the wind veer a few degrees
and cause someone else the grief
of landfall.
Cause and effect
confound us all,
because there is no telling how
no proportionality.
So despite illusions of agency,
we are, in the end, all fatalists,
who cannot control events
let alone the weather.
And on a warming planet
there will surely be more of them.
Hurricanes
that will be longer, and more intense,
will be assigned anodyne names
like Sally, Flossy, Floyd
that only make them seem
comprehensible.
And if not a hurricane
then some other existential threat
even harder to predict.
So even here
on this small knuckle of land
walled-in by the sea
we thought would be protected
by its insignificance,
there is no such thing as a refuge
exempt from fate.
Because as the poet once said
no man is an island, entire of itself.
And because we are all butterflies,
flitting through air
on gossamer wings
at the mercy of the elements,
the whim
of blind contingency.
An indifferent sea
and winds too strong to measure.
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