The Innisfree Poetry Journal
by Patric Pepper
Here's a little blow to sober you up I do this for you out of universal compassion but nonetheless for you So here we go I come to you like an angel in the form you dig the most in the form of snow
I breathe over the planet with a bit of weather 20 inches in 20 hours and as I breeze by you and your poems rhapsodizing in the kitchen over a pot of tea I give your house a little bop on the nose as if to holler Haiti! Indonesia! New Orleans!
hear the roof beam crack! then a smaller pop! then the big one CRACK! and watch a great maw in your ceiling open wide as if to swallow "Me"
you inwardly shriek
You call the fire department who arrives for your emergency in their coats smelling of smoke and boots leaving the snow all over the Bukhara rug and their classical helmets with little drifts of snow on the brims dripping onto their shoulders
The firemen who check it out
in a hurry to get to the next act of compassion who tell you You have to get out of your house
In a blizzard ? you wonder aloud
The roof could go at any moment
the Captain states You can't stay in the house and we have to leave and we can't leave until you leave the house
The house you are fond of calling the symbol of your soul
You pack up a change of underwear you stuff a partially eaten ham sandwich into your cardigan pocket you help your wife as she helps you to the sidewalk
where the snow still rushes down where you both watch the fire truck get stuck in the 20 inches of snow then dig itself out miraculously to wheel off throwing snow wildly up under its fenders with you and your wife chilling there in the drifts before
your soul with its broken nose
soon you head over to Mabel's house which you have heard that they have
their roof crack!
just once but it didn't come down
And I in the form of storm keep moving on to the next act of universal compassion compassion this time though next time I may swallow you whole
And I never and I didn't and I wouldn't and I couldn't put a thought in your head that the God who answers your prayer is
Mabel, who took you in out of the storm, and Nate and Jasmine and Jason who drove you around in Jas's SUV, and Jane and James who fed you and put you up, and Jean and Bob who opened their house to you, and Heddy who most importantly pointed out how things might go either way, and Rosario and Eber who shoveled and drove you home, and Stanislas the contractor and Mr. Whitescarver the building inspector, and so on and so on and so on for all the sixty years of your lucky life
And I in the form of weather pass over the Chesapeake and Delaware Bays as you call them out over the Atlantic Ocean as you call it and "I" in a swirl of radar images
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