From my balcony
I saw quiet
I saw quiet
No sound came or went
While I read my book
No disturbance in the air
An illusion of peace,
Incredible.
I wouldn’t have perceived the chaos buzzing in my phone to be true,
Did my state of reality lie to me? Or is this news-telling medium untrue,
For privilege has no telling of the true state of the world
As I turned a page,
I heard it.
From a distance,
A buzz in the air
A stupendous size for a fly, I thought
So great it caused my ears to shudder
And the bloodied red petals of the gardenias to dance its warning
the blue pot keeping its roots strong and unmoving
I looked above to see a helicopter,
Not a fly
Twisting and pulling the air to power its flight
Who’s side are you on?
Are you an angel or a massive bug?