Sirens
A Hometown Poem
Awakened by sirens, we run to the basement, groggy with sleep, seeking shelter in the cool damp. It is still dark, but through the basement windows I can see the storm raging, rain pelting, wind howling, trees bent nearly to the ground, branches thrashing. I fumble with the remote, trying to find the weather channel. The sirens grow louder. Once, siren meant the song that called sailors toward danger, sweet and irresistible. I want to stand by the window and watch the weather, feel the tempest, the thunder, the turning wind. Tornado. From thunder, from turning, from twisting. The suspense is maddening. The sirens call to me, not to hide, to stand for one moment inside the wild turning of the world.
Invitations and Announcements
I’d love to invite you to an art show on Thursday, September 3, from 4 to 6 p.m. at Liz Lidgett Gallery, 2921 Ingersoll Avenue in Des Moines. I’ll be showing paintings, pastel drawings and sculpture. I hope you’ll stop by, see the work and say hello. If you can’t make it to the opening or are not local, the exhibit will be up during September.
Thursday, September 3 | 4–6 p.m.
Liz Lidgett Gallery
2921 Ingersoll Avenue, Des Moines
Light bites and drinks
“BEST SELLER” POETRY BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT! My recently released poetry collection, You Were Never Lost: Poems from the Tallgrass Prairie, continues to be on the top list in the “Death/Grief/Loss” poetry category. Thank you for your many notes sharing what the poems have meant to you.
WHERE TO GET THE BOOK: The book is available locally through Beaverdale Booksand through major online booksellers, including Amazon and Goodreads.
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Your column captured how I always feel when the sky turns gray/green and the winds pick up. When the sirens call, I do seek shelter, but I continue to run back upstairs to look out the window to the west. I observe from a distance if need be, but that is where the drama is, where the devilish beauty and strength of the storm resides. These storms are a stark reminder of who is really in charge. And it's not us!
I am always nervous AND want to be a tornado chaser!