The memories of the flood reached for me today under a cloudless sky

My soul remains

The rain gently fell the woodlands

my soul was nourished

The torrent of water replaced soft steady rain

My soul was frightened

The homes lost and the roads impassable

My soul was breaking

Lives were lost

My soul lay grieving

the damage so devastating

My soul was churning

The chinook was loud and my dog panicked

My soul was empty

My friends opened thier home

My soul was uncertain

No route in or out

My soul was trapped

The love of my life was reconstructing

My soul was separated

The bottles cried out for me

My soul was weakened

Reunited again

My soul was grounded

The resilience of my people

My soul was hopeful

I remain and thrive

My soul is still bleeding……

Under a cloudless sky

I remain in my forest

With art and rhythm

My is soul is healing.