Absent Gail Winds
a silence will ring
absent that drenching thing
‒a rumble will start to sing
an unusual vasting fling
it will come‒
from way down deep
a slow, rising to seep
in the air
you cannot see
‒not one wind
will the sea bring
from under the feet
something's coming
unsteady
from a small string
harmony in cling
to a sudden rage‒
bumping, shaking
it's earth, it's God†
oh, my! it's something
maybe good, maybe bad
it's still moving
after…the silence rings
(December 20, 2019)―I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed and looked at the clock on my phone: 3:33 a.m. As I was looking at my clock, I saw it change to 3:34. I went into the kitchen and got bread out of the cupboard to fix toast. I looked at the clock on the microwave 3:33. As I was looking at it, it changed to 3:34. I went lay back down, but still couldn’t sleep. I got up and looked at my phone, 4:40. The double number again caught my attention. I went in the kitchen to look at the microwave, 4:38. I didn’t realize that the two clocks were 2 minutes apart! I went back to lay down and fell asleep. When I awoke twice more I looked at my clock at different times, just random acts: 12:44 55 degrees; 1:11 55 degrees! Everything happens for a reason.
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