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[ 6 ] I thought we had seriously prepared for this hurricane; bought the supplies, bagged the important, boarded-up openings, but as I sit bare foot, sore, soaked, shocked, in rising pool of water, bony back pushing against bulging wooden walls, I realise I have been impressively naive again about the boundaries beyond boxed imagination; the surreal reality which can actually be birthed—a whole nation of unforeseen…revelation. This, this, bulging-wall force, squeezing water through thread-vein cracks in wood, breaking out, breaking in, breaking us—is unimaginable. I shout, hand gesture my husband, let us leave the wall, save ourselves, run for cover down stairs to concrete bathroom. But he has invested so much of his life into all of this; bits of him strewn in and out of our home, it is more than his life is worth to stop trying to save it now. There are endless loud cracks, crashes—I see myself lifted, flung, flying across the room, landing head first into bookshelves; imagine this hysterical poetic ending. I do not know what time is doing but decide to stay here with him and push and push against this wall, until… Years ago, I had abandoned prayers of Catholic parents and searched for my own resonating words, and lately have been trying out mantras for their sound and effect. So now I push and push, chant and chant, over and over. Ajai Alai…Aganjae Alaykhae, Ajai Alai…Aganjae Alaykhae; Invincible Indestructible…Unconquerable Indescribable. The unimaginable beating down in time time time with me… Ajai Alai