Wednesday Poem: "Some Crushing Wave"

Clouds roll in

The story of this poem: I have struggled with migraines since I was twelve years old. I had a big one this week.

SOME CRUSHING WAVE

I feel like a city leveled by some crushing wave.
There have been better days
For these streets lined with old taverns and tall houses of faith.

The gods wrinkle their noses: we’re so cute. 
Neighborhoods: they feud,
But tsunamis turn us back into a group.

What a wash, the dragging current of living to please,
Of observing the clouds as they roll up from the east,
Of rushing in to prevent rowdy overflow with swift release. 

A city leveled by some crushing wave
Must refer to its history of better days,
Must notice, for next time, which ones are the avoidable mistakes.