Tornado Warnings After Dinner With Your Family in Indiana

Christine Potter

 

Wind suddenly pewter-dark jazzes an American flag

on the porch across the street. I think things 

are going in circles already, but your cousin 

 

says wind from the Northeast never brings twisters. 

At the cottage we've rented, you open the cellar door, 

find a flashlight, turn on the TV. The picture's granulated, 

 

the weather map too small to read. You shrug,  

say we'll hear what comes if we turn off the AC, 

that you never had AC when you were a boy 

 

and didn't feel the heat. You say children didn't feel heat  

before air conditioning. But I remember nights so thick 

that everything seemed the discarded garment 

 

of a ghost: limp curtains,  sheets too damp to pull over me, 

the hall light slinking under my bedroom door. 

I checked for nuclear war on a red transistor radio 

 

hidden under my pillow. Even now, I don't believe  

in simple midnight, in all that's really outside: crickets 

reeling out song, wet grass that catches in my sandals. 

 

Hours later, blown awake by timpani and explosive rain,  

I have to read until dawn. There may be no sorrow 

my watch will ward off,  and practice in being spared 

 

does not make for faith. You're hard asleep, used to funnel clouds

that sliced the roof from your high school, second-floor floods.

You believe in exactly what comes tomorrow--

 

bright, harmless fog that clouds the windows 

as if something enormous had breathed upon them.

Blind old Mercy yawns, stretching her arms in the new light.

 

[Previously published in Lily and in Christine’s book, Zero Degrees At First Light]

      


Christine Potter is head moderator of the poetry and creative prose forum, The Gazebo (www.alsopreview.com).  Her poems have been published in Pedestal, Eclectica, The Umbrella Journal, Stirring and others and in her first poetry collection, Zero Degrees At First Light (David Robert Books, 2006).  Christine is  a recovering (retired) high school English/Creative Writing teacher, and a free form DJ at RandoRadio.com, where she broadcasts "Cocktails with Chris" live every Friday afternoon at 4 Eastern time.   She lives in New York with her organist/choir director husband in a very old house on a creek with two cats who essentially run things around there.

  

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