Thursday, November 21, 2019
Missiles at Dawn
Living close to a weapons testing area
not far from Camp Lejeune can be
interesting. Sometimes the air pops
and eventually I know it’s not a rowdy
neighbor by how the corn settles
into a practiced rhythm.
Sometimes it’s quite loud. The house
shakes, and I wonder if this might be it.
I think they’re testing land mines.
This morning, I learned the fft-whoosh
of missiles at dawn is nothing like the movies.
Now I will recognize it
before one hits our house.
Is this a poem?
I have broken up the lines.
Or shall I just sit and wonder
how soon this preparation is for?