“Some Words for the Week”
I found myself writing poems about the
birds no longer singing
How when I looked up
at the sky
there was nothing left but air
and traffic
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“Some Words for the Week”
I found myself writing poems about the
birds no longer singing
How when I looked up
at the sky
there was nothing left but air
and traffic sounds
in my head this silence
from what used to make songs of the
morning
was permanent
And part of a bigger
dying thing
that defining struggle of my time
the great murder of the world
that is so stepped on
and shushed
by those who have built their fortunes
on what they’ve tore from the ground
and from us
but I realize in this case
I was wrong
I thought all the birds were dead because
of climate change
that things had gotten so bad that the
chickadees
who I once say
flitting between branches
we’re all gone
but I realize it was simply winter
and as I load my car to drive down the
canyon to go to work
the sun still pink from the dawn
I hear the birds like a rush of yesterday
and music and
I see that they have returned
and I am glad for now
that spring is here
that the tulips below my window are
starting to bloom and that
swallows are building nests
in my wood shed
and are singing,
and I can hear them
and the sound is sweet
I am glad that I was wrong
I’m glad mistook migration
for extinction
but I will not be wrong forever
one day the birds will not return
their populations are declining
at alarming rates each year
we have poisoned the sky
and the sea and the soil
one day the birds will not return
and what will we do then?
Alexander Shalom Joseph is a writer from Gilpin County. He has two published books and one more forthcoming in the Fall of 2022. For more information and to subscribe to Alexander’s Newsletter go to alexandershalomjoseph.com