A Sudden Hush in the Valley
It is a hot night in the valley, and
coyotes are howling in the hollow as
they haughtily sprint across the knoll
and onto a dusty road. In the far
distance church’s bells are counting the
fading hours as night falls upon the land.
Through the void of the night’s breath,
the drone of cars on the far away
highway carrying the cares of those
inside, fades into the fog.
The unimportant things that made up
the day disappear into a cache in my
mind that grasps unnecessary things.
Fragile moonbeams grin through a
window coloring the walls with a silvery
hue as music from a Beethoven opus
enhances the quality of the air.
I read the twitted mutterings of a mad
man whose reason blinds humanity, and
I cringe with uncertainty. The gains and
losses of the day like an ocean tide that
ebbs back onto itself creates memories
tinged with corrupting fear.
Visiting the grave of a son of a friend
who died in the heated sand of a foreign
county I feel the utter inanity of war. I
feel the coarseness of those in our
society filled with banality and greed, as
blustery fall winds tear through the
trees, like bullets through bodies.
Tonight the dogs in the valley are silent
as a thick bluish haze covers the earth.
The stars are gone, and there is a
sudden hush in the valley. I seems that
humanity is waiting for the hostile
mechanisms that accompany the
man’s mindlessness to dwindle.
James G. Piatt, a retired professor and octogenarian, has published 3 collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond,” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “Light” (2016), 4 novels, “The Ideal Society,” (2012), “The Monk,” (2013), “The Nostradamus Conspiracy,” (2015), and Archibald McDougle PI: An Archie McDougle Mystery (2017), over 1,025 poems, and 35 short stories. His poems have been nominated for Pushcart and best of web awards. His fifth and sixth novel and fourth collection of poetry are scheduled for released this year. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.