Naivety

I had stood at the tall, wide windows of our living room once,
and imagined how it must look like if the flood came,
how it'd be both quick and slow at the same time, how unrelenting it'd be,
surging through the maze of houses that lay sprawling behind my own.

The waves would be huge, and eerily calm my young self had wondered,
if living three stories above the ground would have me saved.
I had stood at the tall, wide windows of our living room once,
and imagined with much clarity how the flood would take me away, if it did.

I'd been hearing adults talk about it over and over.
They'd seemed so certain, unafraid, saying the city would probably go under water.