| I was living overseas when Hurricane Michael hit my hometown. It came quickly and unexpectedly in the middle of the night; for days, my sisters and I had no way of reaching our parents, or knowing if they were okay. Watching everything you love collapse in the dark, from a distance, incurs a grief mired in guilt—the guilt of leaving, of even having that choice. This poem confronts the future via memories as it grapples with the inevitable consequences of our warming planet.
Caroline Harper New on "The Bathtub" | 