Bombard

A Poem

Duck and cover, the debris is constant around here

I don’t know whether to stop

drop and roll

or head into the hallway, grab a book, and wait for the sky to fall

like in grade school tornado drills because it was the general idea that

a heavy book placed over one’s head while kneeling, prayer like, to a purple locker

was somehow going to protect us in a

Michigan twister,

or maybe I could head into a basement somewhere, huddled and listening for the

siren to stop, for the all clear but the thing is — it’s constant sirens up in here,

one for fire, one for rain, one for earthquakes and hurricanes

in me, of me, all me, around me —

it would appear for now, I am bombarded.

Jenny Justice is a poet mom who longs to bring poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. She loves writing love poems, climate change awareness poems, poems for kids, and of course, poems about poetry and poets. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.