Natural Disasters
We were talking disasters
scaring ourselves
with what on earth would scare us
Volcanoes venting red-hot rivers
spumes of ash
like barbecues gone crazy
Earthquakes that crack the world
like a walnut
Sandstorms that suffocate
Tidal waves that drown
Hurricanes, tornadoes
avalanches, floods
And blizzards
simple blizzards—
that frightened me the most
trapping me right there in my house
with nothing to eat
but my shoes
We were talking disasters
feeling the earth go wobbly
leaving ourselves
with no place to hide
Until right outside my window
a robin chirruped loudly
in the hickory tree
like nothing on earth mattered
but its song
And suddenly the room righted itself
the floor held steady
and we knew that we were safe
for at least another day
©Marilyn Singer. All rights reserved.
One
of the great things about a poem is that it can feel timely or
appropriate or resonant at all sorts of different moments. The above
poem is actually from the book Footprints on the Roof: Poems about the Earth which
came out in 2002 but it feels spot on to the moment to me. While
Footprints is sadly out of print, you can find all sorts of other
Marilyn Singer goodies out there including her recent Follow the Recipe: Poems about Imagination, Celebration, and Cake and Wild in the Streets. And I predict you'll be glad you did.
Greg
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