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March 29.20: Coping

Last night the lightning

tore up the sky;

now remnants gather

and wind sweeps them by,

face-planting the jonquils

into the mud,

ripping the petals

from yesterday’s bud.

No cheer to be had

from this morning’s dawn;

I don’t think I’ll keep calm

but I will carry on.

 

Saluting the British slogan which has served so well —

until we don’t WANT to keep calm.


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Ears, part 3: Why not quiet?

Is it the silence of the dead
knowing
what we long to know
but not telling?

Is it the predator stillness
before the storm
bristling quiet
crouched
on thick cloud haunches?

Is it the muteness
of gasping
wordless grief
wordless rage
wordless despair?

I think not.

It’s the well
silence
dark
cold
deep.
Look down
it’s you
it’s me.

We fear self
soul owning
met in too-eloquent silence.

The lone buzz

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the shy creek gurgle —
pianissimo —

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the contemplative
continuo of leaves —

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too like silence?
Must they be
covered over?
Must quiet
be silenced?

Yes
noise is safe
silence threatens
there is no other explanation.