After The Flood
by Mark Hahn
The flood hit Southern New Mexico in early autumn. Roads were washed out and trees knocked down. A wall of mud filled with rocks the size of fists from the past burst through the small notch canyon. It was only one fissure in the psyche — the barrier between then and now. All brought down by the rushing water. Debris gathered debris and overtook everything in its path. Only the strongest withstand the forces unleashed. After the fury of the storm, everything is left in a different state. Drugs and Alcohol are less effective. Hastily settled matters rest where they lie. Pools of tranquility are the last vestiges of what has passed. Stillness is scattered here and there in the path of destruction. Letting go of everything and finding beauty in the now is the only hope, even when the road to get there is broken.