Everything had its say today.
Behind their branches, fir trees murmured.
Cars, as always, couldn't shut up, their
speeches dull and linear. Beams and joists
and pipes chatted, whined, and groaned
in buildings. Lots of complaining.
I kept waiting for rocks to talk.
They will one day. It takes them eons
to formulate a thought.
The sky speaks sign language,
except when lightning strikes.
Then comes that unmistakable
laughter of delighted air.
Also, sounds of screaming
and crying seemed to spring
from cages America locks children
in on borders, in jails. Yes,
weirdly, even steel and depravity
had their say today.
hans ostrom 2018
