One Windy Night
On February 24, 2019 parts of the midwest experienced a weather phenomenal called a “bomb cyclone”. The high winds actually tore off the siding of my neighbor’s house in the middle of the night! Around 2:00 in the morning I awoke to the howl of the storm and could not go back to sleep. I went downstairs to look through our window at the trees swaying back and forth and listened to the rain beating relentlessly against the house. It was beautiful. Sleep was not imminent for me, so I sat down and jotted a quick poem.
One Windy Night
A Poem by Aaron Schultz. 2.24.19
The sound of your presence is constant in the night
forcing the vulnerable objects to sway at command.
In the wake of your activity, debris is scattered
leaving traces of chaotic clutter on the ground.
Winds of night, sing to me your song
I’m listening.
Scream through the defeaning silence
Shout so your unaffected audience wakes from their slumber
to discover your raging, thunderous growl.
Is it anger I hear?
the frustrated bellowing of a child
craving the attention from those already held captive
Is it sadness I hear?
the remnant cries creating a backdrop of sound
filling the empty spaces
slowly creeping in subconscious realms
Continue whatever it is you are doing
as if I had the power to control you.
I’m returning to sleep
hoping your power will leave me unharmed
but awake to the possibility of your destructive potential.
Sing to me your song. I’m listening.
I will soon forget the distinctive tune of your vocalizing
to chase more immediate thoughts.
But in this moment…now…I hear you.
A Poem by Aaron Schultz. 2.24.19
