Tonight I am feeling the same uneasy sense of the impending unknown I felt in 2020, though I hope I am mistaken. Anyway at that time I recorded it in my unpublished manuscript “Avatars in the Borderlands” and iI would like to share it here now.
The sound of 2020
It’s like hearing a ghost language
Not an echo
Nor a buzz
But an absence
A failed cadence
That flickers
Unexpectedly
To remind you that not all
Can be dissected
Or expressed
In a tamed
Form of being
Dressed up for the grand
ball of knowability
It’s like the frozen
Silence
Of a park
That witnesses
The arrival
Of an army
Of bulldozers
And chainsaws:
All the birds have leapt
And flown away
And the worms
Burrowing underground
Suspect that something is
Seriously awry
It’s a brazen
Tone of bracing
Absence of sound
The language of dread
The communication
Of the broken link
Of the vessel that has
Shattered into shards
Pina Piccolo 30 October