"Tranquillissimo"

This morning

I sat on the foot of my bed

In a ray of sunlight

Crying

Watching my three month old daughter sleep

Her chest moving up and down

Sweet baby breathing 

So steady and secure

Content 

It’s beautiful outside

Glory doesn’t want to take her nap

Athena still has a cold

No one slept last night

The tornadoes were too loud

Even though 

They never made it to our street

We were on high alert

Listening 

Watching 

Waiting 

Not so far away 

In another county

Some people who know 

Some people that I know

Are broken

Literally 

Bone and spirit 

Shattered spines and splintered souls

Their 4 year old darling

Crushed and gone

Under a pile of rubble

What if it were me

What if it were my 

I can’t even type it

What if they were snatched 

From my desperate arms

Helpless to protect them

Naked 

Under Nature’s wrath 

Left to wake 

Bereft 

Before my eyes opened

I can’t even process it

It’s beyond me

Nature 

Is no respecter of persons

She seems to always come

And level us

Remind us 

We are wheat

Closer still 

The Five Points

I left Alabama for

Lay in ruin

The store where I had

My last maternity photos taken

Reduced to rocks and rebar 

The bar where I first laid eyes on

My Love 

Half destroyed 

Our favorite pizza spot

Where Birdie turned two

The sanctuaries 

That house our music makers

Ripped up from the roots

So many of our friends are suffering

Businesses and livelihoods and lives

Gone 

In seconds

As the sun warms my face

I realize

It’s not enough

To be grateful

That it wasn’t me

It’s not enough

To be sad

To marry my heart 

To another Mother’s loss

It’s not enough

To post this emotional wrangle 

There is no enough 

There is no safe place

There is only now

This moment

Where my daughters are laughing

And watching Dr. Seuss

Where the love I waited

And waited for 

Is pushing his hair out of his eyes

Pouring my coffee

Catching my gaze

Over the kitchen counters

There is only this minute

Where the baby needs to be changed 

And the cats want out

There is only 

This second

Where my heart 

Breaks quietly 

Over and over

For that little lost child

Under the rain

I remember 

Watching the ants 

In my grandmother’s yard

On hot southern summer days

Rebuild

Immediately and frantically

After the lawnmower 

Laid all their long work to waste

I wondered

Why they bothered

Knowing as they must 

In time 

The blades would come again

Sooner or later

The roof will always

Be torn off

Something you love

Will be taken

The streets will flood

The things we thought were immovable

Will shift and be shaken

I guess I know now

Why they did it

Because no matter what cruel undoing 

May come

It’s worth having

While it’s ours

So

Hold them tighter tonight

Kiss them longer

Open your eyes 

A little wider

To take in the sun

While it shines

And when the sirens lay quiet

Build it all

Over again

Kat Petras1 Comment