top of page

Quietest Place on Earth - Dec. 5, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 5, 2024
  • 1 min read

just before winter’s rain

cactus don’t scream for water


if they did imagine the

cacophony of complaints


the pitiful young and suffering old

wailing in a choir of desperation


instead the desert is one

of the quietest places on earth


with the first rains you’d think you

could hear suckling sounds


and after the clouds clear

it might be like sighing


but all voices of suffering or relief

the wind picks up with the sand


and sweeps away in whispers

that sting the faces of those

that dare listen


 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Butter Love - June 25, 2026

melted and soaking toast, the oil squeezing out with each bite slathered over corn on the cob, my lips and chin a gaudy bliss as I pull away even crackers when scooped with its softened yellow fat

 
 
 
E ---- quake - June 24, 2026

whatever you do don’t say that word out loud please do not say it we can talk about emotional tremors you may have my shaky memory or any specific or general instabilities we can take our

 
 
 
Night Travel - June 23, 2026

I scoot forward to the end of the bed and lower my legs through the darkness. The carpet, a welcome touchdown, but what is needed is a safe trip to the toilet. With a forward rocking motion, I vault

 
 
 

Comments


  • facebook

©2020 by Poetry Rock. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page