Talk about tough.
You’re sheer proof.
And a potent reminder.
It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature.
Actually, no one ever has.
Those who had to be rescued didn’t pull it off.
Although ordered to evacuate, they stayed instead.
Then they scream for help.
Heeeere’s your sign.
Plus others must risk their lives to save them.
Plus the cost of it all.
To rescue or not to rescue.
It’s never a question.
But it sure has its price.
Mother Nature doesn’t fool around.
She’ll drop kick us whenever she darn well feels like it.
And there’s nothing we can do.
Go to higher ground.
Or get outta town.
And that they did.
Many coastal dwellers ended up here.
And I think most of ‘em ended up at Sandstone Cellars Winery.
It’s got to affect a person.
Knowing in a few hours your home may be obliterated.
Or filled with water.
Lose the roof.
Or your neighbor.
And not a thing you can do about it.
Be it Katrina, Rita, Gustav, Ike.
There’s no stopping a hurricane.
There’s no lasso that can bring one down.
No fishing line exists to reel it in.
No saddle big enough to ride it out.
Just unmitigated, unleashed, untouchable power.
Our fair-weather friend.
With her, you never know which way the wind blows.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.