May 8, 2015


The news is full
of death this morning,
a big earthquake
shoving its way
into the headlines,
all those people
gone just like that,
except for those trapped
and buried alive,
left struggling to breathe
in the darkness.
Everything here is tranquil,
the earth turning
slowly in silence,
as if she's
seen it all before.
The staccato
warnings of birds
fill the air,
only the boy running
headlong toward the pool
seems out of place.
I see him go flying past
in a blur, feel him
as he speeds right by
my open door.