Hour 22 Great Flood of 2011 Mary Pecaut
Inspired by Unattributed Photo
Great Flood of 2011
Some things we cannot know.
Some know. Some think they know.
Some things are better unknown.
Mid-afternoon, under a summer sky
where three states shake hands
under the watchful eye of Chief War Eagle
miles from the Muddy Missouri’s banks,
you pull off the highway
to investigate flooded fields of maize.
Snowmelt in the northern Rockies
& rain – a year’s worth in three weeks-
swallow its way across the Plains
engorge reservoirs and dams
Here we stand, gone a decade
Sand bagging & prayers were not enough.
Baseball fields along Nebraska banks
abandoned – soil too toxic for children to play ball.
Once-tree lined bike paths from South Dakota
to Iowa reminiscent of an apocalyptic film
This is what it’s like to lose it all
A tragedy told in imagery, in my minds eye I could see the the swallowed corn fields and the soggy earth. Beautifully written.
you beautifully held the tension between tragedy and beauty -what is and what once was.