Winter storm advisory (a poem)

A late/early entry…

How did the sky enter this conversation?
I thought we shut the windows
and closed the blinds
to keep that whole topic off-limits
but now they say the wind will soon be raging
and we should have plenty of candles and water on hand

There’s going to be no telling
once the street lights are all out
I won’t shake—I’m used to it by now
The batteries in the radio aren’t fresh
but they work
In fact, they’ve lasted almost as long as we did

Meanwhile, the eerie quiet
and the drone hovering somewhere around C-sharp
have ganged up on silence
a turf war to command as much of the emptiness as possible
knowing there’s nothing there
so nobody will hear them coming

(5/6 January 2019)