Out to Sea, the Unknown Beckons

Cecil gazed into their garden.
Water crept between the flowers.
“What do we do ‘bout the water?”
Mabel asked her loving husband.
Cecil looked at all the tulips.
“We’ll just watch the flowers grow.”
 
Mabel ran into the kitchen.
Trying not to panic Cecil,
Mabel said, “The water’s rising.
Should we go to higher ground now?”
Cecil stood inside the doorway.
“I think that we should take a swim.”
 
Water rushed into their cottage,
Lapping ‘round the dining table.
“Let's get out while we're still able,”
Mabel said, her legs a-tremble.
Cecil yawned and climbed the staircase.
“We should take a little nap.”
 
In their dreams, the water’s turmoil
Lifted tree and house and stable.
Out to sea it carried people,
Friends and neighbors, all their loved ones,
Till their shouts and screams were silent,
Till the two were all alone.
 
When they woke, the town was missing.
In its place, the endless water
Stretched for miles in all directions.
“Cecil, all we've known is gone now,”
Mabel said and started sobbing.
“What will we do now?” she cried.
 
“What we’ve always done,” he told her.
“We will face what comes together.”
Water pushed their floating cottage.
When the largest wave approached them,
Cecil’s hands entwined with Mabel’s.
Hand in hand they faced their fate.