Having awakened with the sun’s rays on Sunday morning,
The ocean waves white noise app having done its job,
And no longer able to quiet the thoughts energized by
The potential brought on by a new day.
Songs of potential sung by the song birds singing
Ushering in the day with their own brand of wake up music,
Faintly remembering my last dream-
Trying to explain Bandini to a pair of luthiers who had never read Fante.
And then remembering the events of last night that kept us awake after SNL,
The sounds of sirens of first responders arriving at the next street over,
The text from my daughter’s best friend and 21st birthday celebrant
Arriving simultaneously alerting us to something grim.
“Lots of cops on next street over. Ambulance. Fire trucks.”
Flashing blue lights filling the cool night air.
We walked outside as Mama pulled up the active crime scenes on her phone.
“111.295 Battery. Shooting.” Shots fired. Person down.
A tragic scene reduced to 2 words and 6 numbers.
Never knew them.
Never saw them in their front yard.
Walked outside and around the corner and watched
What seemed to still be an active scene,
Holding my daughter’s hand in my heart,
So thankful she was home safely from the night’s reveries.
Walked back inside. Disturbed. Sad.
Now quiet outside. Blue lights dimmed. Investigators busy.
Ambulance leaving scene with intermittent sirens, red lights flashing.
Yellow tape wrapped around trees and power poles.
Yellow tape so reminiscent of the yellow ribbons
Placed in hope of soldiers’ safe return home to family,
Dear neighbor we never knew,
Prayers go up for you today in hope of safe returns.
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, 04/17/2016