poem once sent to competition - theme 'flood'

After

I was the first to emerge…
The first to witness the upturned cars lying on glistening tarmac,
Saluting the sky like rigid turtles,
And all the while I stood amazed in my own road
As I sucked the morning between my teeth.

And as the sun grew,
People trickled from their houses in ones and twos
To see the steam rising off the ground.
Every buoyant face saying;
Thank god we didn’t drown