siren

The siren wails below the meadow

As a boy cries it’s mother home

But I stay put, the sun is warm and the grass is tall

The trees sway and the sun approaches its zenith 

The siren still wails its echoing sigh 

“Damn the siren”, “Damn the noise” 

I dream of the morning fog; 

The pleasance of the silence unknown 

But the silence is no more and I must take action 

I head inside, and close the doors. 

The silence returns in the comfort of the home 

Joyous, I go to the window, to still take part in the day 

And among the flying birds and expanse of blue sky 

A distant smoke plume

Tall Grass Meadow at UCSC