Human Urgency

The thunder drowns out her voice.
I wish she wouldn't speak to me
in the middle of a storm.
It's dark, cold
and her voice drives me back
stuffing me in my hole
like a cotton wad.

I see
how frantic they are too
buying things they are
afraid to use.
They will want me
to come and instruct them
but will never ask me.
The thunder drowns them out
as they grab urgent time
on my cell phone.

Oh this storm is a bad one
coming just at a time
when relief was at hand.
I know the urgency
that blooms into panic.
They live among mirages.
I don't know
if I can guide them out.