I’ve made it through Charlie
Wilma, Irma and such
Even made it through Ian
With the damage so much.
Only once in my life
When we felt we should stay
In a hurricane shelter
Where we lived for a day.
Not what I envisioned
No cots in a line
Just lots of tile floor
So I had to pick mine.
No sooner had I plopped
When I came nose to nose
With a friendly pit bull
In a cage by my toes.
We found a good spot
In a very short hall
With much less foot traffic
But they thought glass might fall.
Back to General Population
Staked another tile spot
With our thin airline blankets
For our non-existent cot.
There were repeat offenders
Who brought big blow-up beds
But dogs still jumped over
Their comfortable heads.
One of the problems
In addition to the pups
Was the small amount of coffee
300 people– 20 cups.
I suppose I’d go again
But I’d pack to be fed
With some coffee in a thermos
And a huge blow-up bed!
Judith Foley
