Sleepwalker

 The storm is upon us in a mere minute. 

There was no time to run.

No time to hide.

We tried to cover where there was no shelter.

Photo by Kasper Rasmussen on Unsplash

One moment standing, 

the next moment swept away.

In the aftermath, we sifted through debris.

We looked for clues to tell us this was coming.

Why?

We cannot stop it now.

We have lost.

It is over.

Given the rare chance to live in those moments before but change nothing

I noticed something.

It was the faint sound of the cry of war over the mountain.

If I had just listened,

I could have warned them.

They say where there is smoke, there is fire 

Here, this was so true.

I looked for more and more clues.

The more I looked, the more I found.

Where did we cross the line from victim to accomplice?

The more I know,

the more I need to know

and 

the more I do not wish to know.

Park that in the driveway to stare at.

It makes me wonder 

Are we really awake?

Or are we really walking in our sleep?