the flood
i was by a river, and i knew it was coming. it had been foretold. the droplets fell on my face as a prelude to the great surge to come. the sky darkened and the river swelled, its banks submerged and bursting under the increasing flow... there was no delaying the innevitable now. i moved upwards, through the field, trying to get up, up, and i was not prepared. i knew it was coming but had not prepared. why? i had made a boat, yes, but it was at this most critical moment i understood that i hadn't thought of what would happen on the boat - it would probably still continue to rain, and to be freezing cold, but i had no coat, nothing to shield me from the storm. there was no rope, nothing to anchor the boat