When some decide to not evacuate,
referring to those souls who have a choice,
in war or weather leaving up to fate
preferring God or luck to have a voice –
Is it some strange bravado that takes hold?
illusions they may be invincible
or simply they’re too stubborn or too old,
their eyes and ears completely un-convincible?
Or is it plain and simple awful fear
to leave the only place they’ve ever known
without the roof and touchstones, they hold dear
they’d lose themselves plus everything they own.
For good or ill the winds of change are blowing
The fates will choose, our preferences foregoing.
About the Poem
Hurricane Ian and the war in Ukraine have forced many to make the painful decision to stay or flee. And those of us safe (for the moment) often criticize their choice.
About the Author
Penny Peyser is a writer/actress/documentary filmmaker living in Los Angeles. She is a 2018 winner of the Maria Faust Sonnet Contest and has been published in Defenestration, Blood & Bourbon, Lunaris Review, Page & Spine, Chantwood Magazine, Rat’s Ass Review and White Ash Literary Magazine among others.