Nine.

That first rain
brought me into your arms.
I was shaken and stirred
with flashbacks of
raging waters and flood zones
from last September.

That first morning after
I knew winds were changing –
a turning tide of emotions,
flooding the cracks and holes,
washing away debris and dust;
creating a new April.

A start to a finish;
an anticipated recovery.

That first natural disaster
brought me home to you –
risking chance and opportunity
to hold you, be held by you,
diving and rushing forward
with catapults of blue.

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