Today's poem is by Catherine Pierce
If/When
The poem I planned to write
was about last week's hurricane,about how I live in Mississippi,
not that far from the storm's rages,and how even still we felt
nothing here, nothing at all.That was going to be the ending,
because I wanted to make a pointabout how easy it is to ignore
disaster when it's not churningdirectly over your town, and I was hoping
a reader might then extrapolatea larger point about disturbance
and proximity, like how politiciansare always saying they used to oppose X
until some terrible Y happenedto their daughters, and it seems
to me we're requiring an awful lotfrom daughters these days. Sons, too.
This week a message from my kids'school district included the phrase if/when
a lockdown is ever necessary. The reasonI'm writing this poem instead
of the one I'd planned is that I keepthinking about that email and also
now the hurricane was a week agoand there's a new disturbance
forming near the Bahamas. Andlast night Sioux Falls was tornado-
shredded and in Sterling, Colorado,egg-size hail pummeled windshields,
and I guess what I'm saying is, why botherwith a poem about one hurricane,
one email? There will be more,and there will be more,
and there will be more untilthere is nothing left. The thing
about the poem I was going to writeis that it would have been a lie.
That nonsense about how we don'tfeel it here. We feel it everywhere,
don't we? Dear daughter, dear son,dear someone's something, we're well
past the if and into the when.Talk about proximity
some days I wear the worldlike a skin. I am tired of waiting
for extrapolation. Let us allbe disturbances now.
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