Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Susann Pelletier of Lewiston.
Hurricane Weather
By Susann Pelletier
The hurricane has not hit yet —
I ask when?
Knowing how this closeness with you
Of word and breath
Presages
A mighty wind, great fluttering of leaves,
Falling of limbs,
And of the walls of all those rooms
That enclose our sleep,
Hold in our dreams.
I mean, all these extravagancies of summer
Becoming keener, will be upended
Petal by petal, whistle by whistle, call by call.
Roses and bobolinks and crickets
All hauled into the spiraling.
Daughters and sons, fathers and mothers,
More distant relations, neighbors and bosses
Drawn up
Into a final fandango
Before they go into the gust.
But I will go straight to the hurricane’s eye,
Flying through the fiercest turning,
Arrive at the clear silence in the middle
And waltz there with you
Where only sky will clothe us
Where no words, no poems,
Will fall from our tongues . . .
Only the hum of old songs
We thought we had forgotten,
Only the sough of summer wind
On our lips.
Dennis Camire can be reached at denniscamire@hotmail.com
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