Nine Months

It has been nine months today since the earthquake.

Nine months, and hundreds of thousands still live in tents. Nine months, and 2% of the rubble has been cleared. Nine months, and my students still jump and flinch when the class upstairs moves chairs too vigorously. And so do I.

So many lost. Perhaps 300,000 in that moment. So much potential gone.

Most days have hope in them now, but today I can see nothing but grief. I grieve for Haiti. Today the world seems dark and full of pain.

Nine months today.