Random Acts of Poetry Day was apparently the 3rd of October. I didn’t know about it until the following day, but it seems to me that it’s even more fitting to celebrate Random Acts of Poetry Day on some other, random, day. And since I’m feeling random today, here is a poem for you all.
Sammy Sandoval meets Sargent Shriver and Edward Lorenz in a young brain on a narrow footpath after dark.
The base beat
of Sammy’s accordion
faded into the night
like a heartbeat
after a long run.
save for the tap of rubber sole on packed earth,
the trill of the tropical screech owl,
the whisper of moth wings.
Those tiny wingbeats,
creating a tornado,
not on the other side of the world,
Peeling back the roof to expose the beams,
rearranging the furniture,
toppling trees across the path,
hurling the neighbour’s car into my kitchen,
slamming the door to the past.
And the folded bellows
of the future
breathed in and out,
humming in my ears,
masking the click
of the lock behind.