as the final in this trio of poems i decided to wait till exactly the time when all the fireworks are set off outside, create a visual then write something straight from my head onto here, unfiltered. it may be a disaster but what the hey. live dangerously

and so finally the noise

i am thinking

”it must be cold out there”

the wind has been howling all evening

in here it’s warm

drone of the heater enfolding.

This peace is astonishing, i feel reborn

blessed

a soldier with wounds that have finally stopped screaming

the chaos is gone

safely outside where it belongs

for many the desperate night is still ongoing

the needs unfulfilled

the desire overwhelming

the tension terrific

the fights, the anger, the blows yet to come

the tears and the explosions, implosions

building regret once again

from the ground up

the kiss

the joy

the many goodbyes

I am whole now

will make a snack and

sit in the stillness