Worries

It's the dead cold of winter and you wake to getting wrecked by a nice 7+ pointer; your knocked awake as everything heaves and crashes around you; bolting in the moment across the hall to your babies; them crying out in the dash and confusion; now somehow staggering outside; 20 below; everything moving; trees whipping to the ground side to side and you pile in the family wagon; the earth slides, breaches and heaves around you. It subsides; now in a brief moment and inventory you realize your feet are bare and bleeding; cut and swelling shut is your good eye; the two babies are shooken but safe. still rushing; you start up; crank the heat and move forward. You look over and worry about your neighbor; and mother and think about the store and the people on shift at work. The radio is static and the phone is out; and you start to make your rounds amidst the sudden wreckage that was your home.