The Midnight Gumbo

The Midnight Gumbo

I was standing ready at my pot.

Wooden spoon ready to stir together all the ingredients.

There was the Holy Trinity.

Celery, Onion and Green Peppers.

There was the seasoning mix too.

The chicken was ready to be thrown in.

The sausage was waiting on the side.

The smooth jazz music was blaring from the radio in the nearby room.

Then the stove wouldn't turn on.

The wind was so strong that

No matter what I did.

I couldn't turn it on.

The pot is still there.

The spoon may not be at the ready

But it can be.

The ingredients are there as well,

Might have to get some fresh ones.

But they are there.

New Orleans is there.

I may have never seen it at its full glory

But I have never seen a city

Help each other

Come back to life

Like New Orleans.