Sissy liked to draw pictures, flip the pages
for homemade movies.
The night of the hurricane, Little Bit screamed
her shoulders into the world. The eye’s eclipse found
Sissy mothering, emptying pots and pans of hurricane.
Gators dug into the swamps, snapped at wind, and burrowed
sunken logs. Only the ibis and Sissy kept watch as waters
rushed the stoop, then cut an island out of the homestead.
Daddy was gone. He paddled streets to see the remnants
of Moore Haven; someone else’s destruction. His exits
always involved broken containers and bitter waters.
The storm passed and the water receded. Most nights
Sissy watched her movies in the shack on the bend
of the Okeechobee. Viewed the same picture again and again,
the same raging storm.
From The Sister Series-2008
Pudding House Chapbook Series
Carol Parris Krauss