Last Thursday, San Diegans experienced an unusual event. At 3:30 in the afternoon, I sat at my computer. Without warning, my computer and everything else lost power. I checked Twitter updates on my iPhone. Power outages all over San Diego, parts of Orange County and Arizona, and Tijuana area. Immediately, as did so many others, I wondered if it was a terrorist attack.
That evening, driving through San Diego, watching so many people help people and the orderliness that arose out of a chaotic situation, made me proud to call myself a San Diegan. Yes, as a people, we may be a little flightier than you east coasters, and we may not always be as down to earth as you mid-westerners, but we are a military town. And when any type of tragedy strikes a military town, that sense of law and order, which seeps throughout the entire society, takes over.
For today’s blog, I thought I’d post a poem I wrote several years ago, after one of those tragedies struck San Diego.
The Day After
Wednesday September 12, 2001.
My professors cancelled lectures;
My work told me to stay home;
I had a men’s Bible study
That morning.
Ten men sat in a circle,
As they tried to understand
What had happened to their world:
Wrath of God, or grace of God?
I thought,
If you cannot prove God’s existence,
How can you prove His judgment or deliverance?
With haste we blame a being
We do not even believe in.
Yet when devastation happens
He is no longer a God to doubt;
He is a scapegoat to blame?
Trying to add comfort,
To a group of desolate men,
One said, “Today is September 12th: The day after.”
Though, I could feel my world crumble and fall,
And I did not understand the enemy I feared,
I stood my ground, and I proudly said,
“Today is the day after: September 12th, 2001.”
Now, more than two years later,
I fear the reality of October 27th, 2003.
Last night my friend Joel,
In Ohio, called.
I had sent him an e-mail, earlier that day,
Telling him of the fires.
He said the national news did not concern itself with us;
Then, he added, they are covering LA.
We could not even replace Iraq for half an hour.
San Diego remains second to stars and stripes.
I told him here fear of fires
Compares to when the Towers in New York fell down.
We feel helpless. We wait and hope, in hopelessness,
That furious flames will fail to engulf us.
When I said ‘Goodbye,’
He replied, “Stay safe.”
I talked to my brother,
Later that night.
He said they could see flames
From his in-laws house
Off of El Norte Parkway in Escondido.
He had not much else to report,
But told me to call him tomorrow.
Then, I went to bed with a dry throat,
And a glass of milk: my only comfort.
This morning,
winds gust from east to west
And could reach up to 50 miles per hour,
While heat from fires mixed with cold air
continues to create its own wind.
And
Fox 6 news announced
Four Amber Alerts At once!
I thought:
We do not need the misery of child abduction
Added to tragedy.
Now, they say winds are blowing
From east to the west
And could blow up to 40 Miles per Hour.
It is bad enough heat from fires
Mixed with cold air creates its own wind.
Now, we must contend with gyres in the sky.
I live in Fallbrook, so for now I am safe.
Comforted by hills around me.
Though, the Duluce Fire continues to rage,
And fires do not know what a hill is.
In fact, they seem to attack hills the most.
Perhaps that means I am in the most danger
I remain a spectator, outside of the ring,
While firefighters refuse to cease to contend against winds.
But I know that though not today,
Nor tomorrow, there will come, “The day after.”
To our men and women of the armed forces, emergency services, and anyone who has helped us through tragic times. Thank you. I’m proud to call myself an American, and I’m proud to call myself a San Diegan.
Stay social, my friends!
Erick