Outer Banks Harbinger
Ranger’s hut boarded up. Our choice of campsites.
Car radio broken. Far too dark to notice
the dunes’ sea oats blown flat, a red pennant.
Newlywed Pete and I, Annie and her longtime
boyfriend Nick: each of us ignorant.
We struggle to pitch a mildewed family tent
as the ocean roars and the wind gains force.
All night we huddle within canvas walls
snapping like loosed sails; our youthful bodies
the only ballast. At dawn, storm spent,
we unzip the flaps, astonished to be alive,
sure God’s grace has secured our futures.
Soon they will graduate and marry at last.
My own husband will take a curve too fast.
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