We are become flooded.
Sisters, daughters, mothers
who kindly tolerate us,
creating in the space
too often filled by us.
We are become flooded.
No alpha tailgating,
just breath baited,
hearts racing
to the beat of life itself.
We are become flooded.
Tired old fences torndown
and trampled over,
rusty locks picked open
like unbuttoned pockets.
We are become flooded.
Senses drowning in a sea
of lullabies, empathy,
stridence and strength,
and lengths of f*** yous
not going away anytime soon.
We sitting, willing victims
of a mighty tsunami
of sisters, daughters, mothers,
we are become flooded
and are listening now.
Harry Gallagher
