Traffic report, Morning Edition, NPR
All the scattered calamities we leave
behind, those migrations leaving their trail
of chaos, saltwater intrusion in Louisiana
marshes, ice-free winters in the Bering Sea
another spring of beeless
trees, the heave of a king tide over
washed-out walks, but who can slake
that thirst raking through each of us.
Someone is waiting for their refrigerator.
Wandering and unplugged, we’re left
to find a new route home
like that Atlantic gannet off the coast
of San Francisco who may
or may not remake its world. To you
still searching for your appliance
it will arrive soon
humming, latched, so you
can believe in repair.