Remember
the hush at the beginning of all this?
We
were stunned at the depth and reach of it.
No
cars or trucks on the street, no traffic noise -- even in the distance.
Just
wind and birds, and at night, trees and rain.
But
now! The summer commotion in my neighborhood
is
the loudest I remember -- power mowers, motorcycles,
firecrackers
every night, and car stereos at full throb.
But
this local ruckus is nothing compared to
the
thunder of long-silenced rage and grief
heard
everywhere and bringing that shiver of hope
we
feel when a storm sweeps in and changes everything.
June 2020
Meredith Holmes has two poetry collections, both published
by Pond Road Press: Shubad’s Crown, 2003; and Familiar at First, Then Strange, 2015. In 2005-06, she served as the first poet laureate of Cleveland Heights.
Meredith is a freelance writer, focused on tech transfer and women in
engineering, science, and politics.
Amen, Meredith! I love how this turns towards the end. Bring on the thunder & rain!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I love a good thunderstorm.
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