A View From Space Poem by Barry Middleton

the storm took away my memories
I would return but there is nothing there
the house is crushed like an eggshell
the trees I knew salvaged for the fire

and time itself is like a tornado
it scrambles the horizon with vine and bramble
it is as if I walk in darkness once again
the fields are filled with strange evolving crops

I look down from space on familiar landmarks
I still can find the wreckage of the farm
I see the horseshoe lake protected there
a scope of hardwood and tupelo stand guard

from my vantage point the river is the same
the creek still twists its way into the hills
the secret lake reveals itself in a green valley
the old iron bridge is now a slab of concrete

the city streets and places are the same
but those I cherished are dead or dying
now other souls crawl over those landscapes
like ants seeking shelter from the blazing sun