Why I Love This Surging Feeling Of Massive Destruction And How Things Are Washed Away To Leave This Emptiness Behind Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

even i

am surprised
why i like the
orchestra
of a heavy rain

a rain that
does not stop for days
to accumulate
a flood

a flood that sweeps
away houses
that overflows the
feet of bridges
that takes away
trees

these things
make me remember
how mother cleans
the canals
the house
the old deep well
the room
where dirty clothes
are in disarray

how father arrived
one day in the place
of a broken family
how he
removed the yoke that
bounds the neck
of the buffalo

even i

am still surprised
why i love this
surging feeling
of massive destruction
and how
things are washed away
to leave
this emptiness behind
me