Birthed
with dust exiting my lungs like Los Angeles rush hour traffic
coughed and sneezing at the world
amused and confused at its complexities and simpleness
simultaneous
dust
blowing in the wind
just like Bob Dylan said
but there were no answers for what I witnessed yesterday
blinded
hurricane coming out of nowhere
I shoulda seen it coming
but was too wrapped up in trying to understand
complex simpleness
but still
somebody coulda warned me
head buried
protecting my nostrils from the dust coming from the east
and the flames
hiding behind the thin grey curtains
half falling off the back door window
raising my head for a moment
noticing the dust becoming warmer
more intense
approaching me in my moment of trying to understand
simple complextities
so I wrote this poem in the moment
shaking off bits of burning embers from the top of the page
trying to finish
before the smoldering dust penetrates my notrils once more
and I am
no more