“Some Words for the Week”
I came silent into the world
at boulder county general
at the foot of the flatirons
breathed in sagebrush
and plains grass
with my first cries
and I
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“Some Words for the Week”
I came silent into the world
at boulder county general
at the foot of the flatirons
breathed in sagebrush
and plains grass
with my first cries
and I was raised up here
between the aspens and pines
but in part also
I was raised by the sea
escaping the winter for awhile
down to south Florida
to white sands and royal palms
memorizing the names
of every bird, sea shell and tree
was the first school project
I cared about at all
and now grown
I live again in the woods
where the snow starts in fall
with the wind and woodsmoke
but part of my soul still lives
in the shell pile at low tide
down there past the lighthouse
barefoot in the green blue gulf
and today that part of me
is waterlogged and beat to hell
for that island where
I used to point out eagles
and fight seagulls
for my sandwiches
was hit straight on
by tidal waves
and other worldly winds
ten feet of water washed away the road
and the bridges
and the restaurant with the best
piña coladas and shrimp in town
someone on the news
called the destruction biblical
just like they did with the fires
that ravaged our valleys
burnt our mountain cabins
into ghosts of once homes
so another place I loved
is rubbed away with weather
made worse by greed
and eighty years of lies
and who knows when
I’ll walk the white sands again
finding bits of broken houses
where there were once conches
and today in the mountains
the leaves are changing
and parked cars line the road
people take pictures in fall coats
sip apple cider as if nothing
has ever been ruined
and for now
we have been spared
for now the sky is blue
and the wells are full
for now the air is fresh
and people smile
at the pretty colors
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