Saturday, July 4, 2020

Remember? (Holmes)


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.

2 comments:

  1. Amen, Meredith! I love how this turns towards the end. Bring on the thunder & rain!

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