Post-Katrina Hobby: Surveys

I don’t trust myself
to stand
on the levee,

Because really, why would I?

They don’t trust me either,
the deciders, as if something
might go wrong.
As if.

So I stand near it, close
enough to spot
I don’t know what, a hole?

Day’s last light
threads itself between
me and the other shadows.
I glance back
towards the river,
close my eyes
and don’t pray.

Image of Inspiration.