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POEM: In Memoriam

On Memorial Day, 1995, a tornado destroyed great swathes of Monterey, Massachusetts. It helps to be reminded that change is constant, and that things are always evolving. From devastation to lush landscape, let's pray for that cycle to resolve itself … soon.

Editor’s Note: Along with her poem and photographs below, Meryl Joseph sent the following explication: “Sending you a poem I wrote after the tornado on Memorial Day, May 29, 1995 …  It’s now 22 years since the devastation…Just wanted to share…as this is a time of deep  reflection, and great challenge… it helps to be reminded that change is constant, and that things are always evolving. From devastation to lush landscape, let’s pray for that cycle to resolve itself … soon.

The Appalachian Trail sign as it looks this week, 22 years after the devastating tornado (see photo above for comparison). Photo: Meryl Joseph
The Appalachian Trail sign as it looks this week, 22 years after the devastating tornado (see photo above for comparison). Photo: Meryl Joseph

 

In Memoriam

I was a tree

Until my brother Wind visited with his rage,

Now my skin is screaming,

My cover blown, I have no place to hide.

Torn, split, ravaged

I feel my mysteries revealed

The darkness unshaded,

My soul exposed.

I cry out to my family –

A fearless nation standing tall

Within the phases of the moon.

But I hear nothing from them,

Only a metallic silence

And the oily scent of gunmetal.

My arms reach out to my brothers and sisters,

But they are no longer there for me.

They lie, twisted and wrenched

Pulled from their earth anchor,

Lamenting the dislocation.

They seem helpless

Their tough skin peeled and wounded

Fragile. Unprotected.

I am a tree.

I am Bosnia.

I am Chechnya

I am Ethiopia

I am Oklahoma City

Starved, scarred, abandoned.

Now I am Hecuba

I am lonely.

In the midst of summer’s arrival, I am cold.

I am humbled by my brother Wind,

His force is undeniable, unstoppable.

As I make the transition to the other side,

I am grateful to see the light

And know the magnitude of the darkness

For I have lived blind to his power,

Disconnected from the myth.

I now see my reflection

In the naked essence of truth…

I see myself.

The sun’s rays penetrate

My broken skin,

Saplings embrace my nakedness.

I will soon cross over.

In the unveiling of my surroundings

The path is clear.

Others take my remaining energy.

I too emerge, unveiled, lucid within the summer sky

I reach for my brothers and sisters.

— Meryl Joseph, June 1995

“In Memoriam” was first published in The Monterey News, June/1995

The date of the tornado was Monday, May 29, Memorial Day, 1995

field across from sign

 

Where the 1995 Memorial Day tornado had created a barren, blasted landscape, life has returned (see photo above.)
Where the 1995 Memorial Day tornado had created a barren, blasted landscape, life has returned (see photo above.)

 

At the junction of routes 23 and 53 in Monterey, the tornado had torn the roof off this house. Photo: Meryl Joseph
At the junction of routes 23 and 53 in Monterey, the tornado had torn the roof off this house. Photo: Meryl Joseph
The landscape today where the house had stood whose roof had been blown off by the 1995 tornado. Photo: Meryl Joseph
The landscape today where the house had stood whose roof had been blown off by the 1995 tornado. Photo: Meryl Joseph

 

Tornado photos first published in 1995 in The Berkshire Record.

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