Kathi Appelt - Quarantine

[Greg Pincus]

Quarantine 

Maybe a dozen times 

or more each day--I’ve never counted-- 

the train rolls by, the whistle blows. 

The cat in the afternoon sun 

raises her sleepy head, 

swipes her whiskers with her paw. 

Were I to walk 

beside those tracks, 

that whistle might lift me 

right out of my shoes, 

a worn-out pair of joggers, 

leave them there for 

some wanderer to find 

and wonder 

where I went, 

into air so blue 

it might ache— 

But I’ve lived nearby 

for such a long time—years— 

(not counting) if someone said, 

“Hear that?” 

I’d say, “Hear what?” 

while underneath it all 

the whistle blew like crazy 

every hour, every day. 

It’s the same with the birds, 

how just off the edge of the porch 

a flock of cedar waxwings 

tumbled in from Mexico, 

all full of news, 

stripped the yaupon berries 

off the branch, wings a fat frenzy 

of feathers and discussion. 

The one I named Jo Nell 

seems to run the show, 

bossy I’d call her. 

Where has their chatter been 

before--before, when the world 

was old and the train ran 

on time, and the whistle split 

the sky in half? 

Where did they go when I wasn’t there? 

How could I forget the window 

was always open, 

waiting… 

Should you walk past-- 

waxwing in your hat, 

be sure to sing. 

I’ll know the rhythm of 

your footsteps. 

I’ll hear the beating 

of your heart. 

Kathi Appelt  April 7, 2020 

(©Kathi Appelt. All rights reserved.)

I'm gonna let Kathi Appelt herself do all the talking today here at the blog (though I'll quickly note that if you haven't read any of her books? Change that ASAP!). Here ya go:

Note: 

One of the things I’ve noticed since we’ve been sheltering in place is that things that I paid little attention to in my “normal” life, have made themselves known to me. We live less than a mile from the train tracks that run straight through town, and even though the train passes through several times a day (and night), unless I’m listening for it, I never hear it. 

The other day, I was sitting on my porch, and I could hear quite a bit of birdsong. The various tunes sounded louder than usual. And then I realized that the absence of road noise from cars passing by had given the birds a space to sing. It was a hallelujah moment, made even more joyful when the cedar waxwings streamed in. 

Invitation: 

While we are all hunkered down, have you noticed something that you normally paid little attention to? Think of the five senses. My poem is largely about sounds. But I’ve noticed that food seems to taste a little better, smell is more pungent, things feel different. What have you noticed lately that was always there, but seems a little different now? Write about that.

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