poetry wednesday : you, me, us
white-out
It was as if someone had changed the channel
from placid vista into television static.
For a second, all I saw was blindness, a sudden jumble
that erased the swaying trees, the ski trails slick
from that day’s chairlift offspring. Even the guideposts
of the highway were gone. I realize I could be talking
about anything – the shatter of any unsuspecting scene – last weeks’
earthquake crumbling Port-au-Prince, a family’s rapid cracking,
a body’s unsanctioned failure. In the middle of each chaos,
I clung only to these words: you, me, us.
Haiti, Appomattox shootings, a young father and husband dead from cancer: a family's rapid cracking, a body's unsanctioned failure.
What else is there, besides you, me, us?
[image from here]
