The lone girl sat staring out the window
And silently she watched
Birds whispered with the wind,
Wings brushing upon a cloudless sky
And trees rippled from the pelt of rain,
Leaves stained honey and auburn
The river roared past the clearing,
Its rush and rumble humbling
And mountains bloomed on the horizon,
Frosted white even in summer
Inside, glass shattered
And she jolted to her feet
The kitchen faucet was still running
The steady drip loud, aggravating
Dishes lay shattered on the ground
Her hands trembled; she picked up the pieces
Voices voraciously rose in volume
The shouting was deafening, growing
Louder and
Louder and
Louder—
A deep breath in,
Two, three—
She returned to her corner,
Sat down in the chair,
Trembling hands now crossed on her lap
And the lone girl stared out the window,
Watching the sun set in hues of gold,
Unsuspecting and unmoved by the storm inside
Even as it echoed within her.
Not sure how I feel abt this poem… should it make it into “Poetry for the Soul”?