Somewhere
Safer
Danny
Smith
Sometimes
it seems calmer to have everything covered,
even behind a bar of smoke and haze.
The
queasy feeling when warm winds churn,
and things are calm,
but something is about to happen.
The
predictions.
The thinking.
The listening.
None
of which can completely
make for you the first move/response.
Nor the first of many.
That would be too easy: Your wheels would never turn, words dead
without pictures.
And
when you see your old house,
your new one,
different and same.
And
when you see your moonbeams,
your stars,
different and same.
And
when you see your eternal life,
your eternal death,
different and same.
Eye
and storm come calm.
Fear
goes, love moving mountains.
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Danny
Smith from Marion, Louisiana, pursues a Ph. D. at the University
of Louisiana at Lafayette with emphasis in Southern Literature
and Creative Writing dissertation. His short stories, personal
essays, and poetry are published in venues, including “The
Helicon,” “The Louisiana Association of College Composition
Journal,” “The Southwestern Review,” and “Tattoo
Highway.”
©
Danny Smith