Poetry

Did You Pull Over in This High Wind?

Photo: Peter Dargatz. CC0/Public Domain.

Wait for the moon
in this wild cacophony …
howling wind holds

its own silence …
listen to whining
branch and rustle …

Learn to wait
in gentle ellipses …
lights blink three times

answers to questions …
I don’t know how sun
and clouds understand silence …

(original fragments from “The Orphanage” via Kymberlee della Luce and Vanessa deWolf)