At 13, a terrifying and holy age,
I believed life offers tentacles for greatness
I am older now than Bobby Kennedy, Gilda Radner,
Martin Luther King, John Lennon.
All my poor dead heroes--
why did I picture you as lanterns in the sky?
You are the blackness behind the stars.
Catalog of Obsolete Lonely Sounds
First, the old-fashioned dial tone,
zenith of nothingness.
Who invented that?
the not-quite silent radio
after Country K.A.R.L's
blues singer fading to needle hiss
as the victrola winds down
in an empty room.
at the tone the time will be
Trish Saunders worked as a journalist, technical editor, and caregiver for her parents before she began writing poems. She lives in Honolulu, Hawaii.