This Small World

The stillness of the air
suffocates.
It’s been three days.
No wind. No sun.
The birds aren’t flying.
The waves aren’t pounding.
Fog rolls in and blankets the ocean -
there is nothing to look at.
The osprey hasn’t been seen for days.
I don’t know where the ravens
have gone. Even the seagulls are quiet.

The cars - the motorcycles and semi-trucks -
that occasionally roar by in the distance -
seem to be the only sound in nature today.

Each roar, I hear, feels as though,
it were aimed - straight at me.


~Sabrina