"Ode to the Black River" by John

The Black River Thundered past my bedroom windows

Over the longfallen ruins of The Mill

Shaking the foundation of The House

Clinking the plates and glasses and such

If you placed them too closely together in the cabinets

Shaking the pots and the pans on the rack like the Subway did

Back in The City

Shaking the tools on the bench

Causing distraction

And Forcing a Daydream

There goes two hours – what was I even dreaming?

The Rumble makes me sleep so deeply it seems this must be what a Coma feels like

The Rush of the water is like a giant White Noise Machine

Watching that River is Hypnotizing

Like watching the Fire