Alan Walowitz | A kind breeze

After so much heat,
the clouds bear down
but refuse to rain.
Then a gift:
a kind breeze picks up
and you’d think the world was saved
the way the windows fly open
and breathing begins again
as if oppression were a rumor
finally nailed to the door.

Still, the oil gushes out of the ocean floor
just as we’d always prayed it would–
surely a sign that any gods
who haven’t left town for the season
throw up their hands
and laugh at the willful way
we succor ourselves again.

So much for this life and the petty delusions
that make it work so well.
I’ll take up with the breeze
and throw my hands in the air.
Not the mad man next door
muttering how it’s all gone to hell,
but one who’s wise enough
to rise above the heat
and makes himself accessible
to assess damage, reconcile loss–
perfectly deaf to any wailing below.

Alan Walowitz’s poems can be found on the web and off. He’s a contributing editor at Verse-Virtual, an online community journal of poetry, and teaches at Manhattanville College and St. John’s University. His chapbook, Exactly Like Love, was published by Osedax Press in 2016 and is now in its second printing. His poem, “The Story of the Milkman,” was featured in an article in The New York Times on April 16th. Go to alanwalowitz.com for more information.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 Responses to Alan Walowitz | A kind breeze

  1. Ken October 6, 2017 at 12:28 pm #

    Interesting poem, Al. Glad to be the first (but hopefully not the only one) to comment. Being selectively deaf may not be the worst thing in the world..lots of things not worth hearing…

    • Alan W. October 7, 2017 at 8:13 am #

      Thanks, Ken, for the comment. I guess there’s selectively deaf and unwilling to hear. Don’t know if there’s much of a difference, but I sense there is.

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