Search

clcouch123

I talk you talk we'll talk

Tag

silent

Delhi and Flint

Delhi and Flint

Pay for water; no water comes
Forth

There is no Moses at the spring
To channel water from an
Ordinary source made
Miraculously (cleanly) abundant
Through divine agency

Flint, a town in Michigan,
Faced with lead-infecting water
For the families and the other
Centers of community

Delhi, the second most-populated
City, now with broken waterways
Facing silent threats of thirst
And starvation and disease

Mis-directed plans, protests
Aggressive, violent

Innocents trapped between;

For lack of clean, living currents,
Why cannot—in global, protected
Pipes the size of bunkers made
Of (lead-free) new solid kinds
Of concrete and PVC (see, plastic
Can have its use)—why cannot

The world simply drink?

I’d do the same with food to
Stave off starving, if I could, and
Disease, if it could be tunneled
Under without harming anything,
Beneath

But instead of magic utterances
Or nations’ decrees

I have only these

On a Monday Holiday

On a Monday Holiday

On a Monday holiday
Outside my window there
Is special quiet

I live on Main Street
Which, here, is
A main street

Much traffic in the
Town goes by and
Emergency vehicles

Yet all action by
Wise or by a fool
Sounds blanketed today

Even the helicopter
I hear now shudders
Through a more silent

Sky—yes, there is an
Air-push on its way
With a storm behind

But humidity rising
While the barometer
Descends does not

Evince, I think, the silence
Outside my window now
Now, where there’s

Muted sunlight, too
Where, fuzzily or not,
Thought is knocking on

The pane, asking for
An invite in—well, why
Not on this kind of day

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑