A City Speaks

With pages turned away Curtains billowing against dripping skies Should we shut ourselves and the windows we both left open now? Had I the time to say that I don't say anything any more Being careful, but nothing is harmless Worth is found Is there a chipped glass somewhere? Chiming its sonder ring Into meandering night of gentle ebbing As scent over quiet Screaming an ocean's weight in sorrow And milk and honey borrowed Whistling by bridges Under arches of ancient fortitude And their well-worn lashes of water's relentless siege Built strong above a wave of calamity Expressionless For no words can speak it Or express it solemnly Simply stand and accept It will be It will be