Escaping Again

Black cat

Meowing on the dash

Just a tween…

Like my son

Anxiously nestled between the gear shift and bags … full of nothing that I erroneously thought were something….

I stuffed the tiny black car with bags of nothing, the two of us plus Bruce. Who sits emphatically, meowing on the dash… staring, quizzically… directly at me…

So many questions…

Barely room to move- my son sits in the seat next to me; bravely facing forward, watching the swirl of each tornado as it falls from the sky to the ground and dissipates entirely…

No hesitation… My intuition has a rope around my waist; at the other end the anchor. I cannot stop this car until we get to that spot.

Activate full intention

No Trepidation

Heart thumping

A million miles...

427 left to go

Before we get back

To somewhere

At least…

Land that we know

Still no place to go

But, we can’t stay here

That, I do know…

Undoubtedly-

No question.

Wind turbines rotating wildly

Thunderstorm in full motion

Tiny tornadoes dropping

Surrounding me entirely

Swirling ominously

Eerily traveling with me

Directly in my peripheral

Driving through the high plains

Lovely, but deadly

Never witnessed nature’s anarchy up close.. in person. At least, not to this degree or intensity.

Let alone made an escape in the midst of it

Crashing ,zapping, and jolting

Driving like my Honda Fit was a-fixed with deployable hover boards

Akin to driving like a “bat out of hell” Presumably

Definitely, a momma bat on a mission, rest assuredly

Zooming over the plains-

Through the Texas Panhandle

Thunderstorm in full force with a multiplicity of rotating funnels of wrath

Black cat on my dash...

Looking at me wondering

My son sitting next to me...

Wondering

Breathing deep and holding my breath

What a contradiction

Staying calm

My poker face on

Heart thumping....

A million...

More miles to go

I'm not going down

Not here

Not like this

We are making it out of this mess

Tornadoes in my rearview

In our tiny car

Packed with everything and nothing

Remnants from the the first storm. Which was really just us and rummaged junk; excluding the little black cat…

Meowing wildly on the dash-

The initial escape was made through a blizzard… But that’s a story for another day.

My little black Honda made it through

To the other side…

All 3 of us still intact… all 3 still alive

My son relieved

I can finally breathe

Curled up, asleep, in my lap, the little black cat… A little present… That kept us sane and warm.. throughout the coldest winter in my personal history… Up to this point in time In my mind and on my flesh... Deep in my bones that broke like twigs…

Now it's Spring and the air is fresh

We’ve made it out…

The darkness behind us; in the rear view…

Like the thunderstorms across the high plains…

A million miles away…

All of the tornadoes sucked up into the heavens

Including the ones that weren't dropping from the sky like traps from Zeus trying to curtail us

Another chance to start fresh

A new beginning