Hello! As you can gather from the title, I wrote a poem about a car crash (that didn’t happen! parents please don’t worry because I know you will otherwise!) and my morning commute to campus in the snow.
The climate change is tragic. I miss warm weather. I’m going to have to move states if I want to have weather like I did when I was a kid again …
ANYWAY, here’s the poem:
I wonder if this is all we are meant to be.
This morning I drove myself through falling snow the new April morning.
It was dark and all I could see
was my breath in front of my face
and the snow sprinkling itself on my glass shield.
Is this all we are meant to be?
I can’t think because the music is too quiet
because an emergency vehicle is passing me to attend to an accident
because someone was in too much of a hurry on their morning commute
because you need get your children up in time for school and be on time to work
because you need this job to keep those kids in school.
This is all we are meant to be.
Rushing disasters in the middle of
an out of season snow storm.
The climate is changing and so are we, but how can anything change when
routine is all we are. The sounds of the crash
were dulled by the silence that snow brings.
The snow was falling,
anything that dares to breathe,
dares to disturb the silence of what we are meant to be
—a ruptured routine.
Thank you for reading! I appreciate all of you!
Have a lovely day!!!