Tim Johnson

I Can't Be Quiet

I can’t be quiet when all around me are making noise.

I can’t be quiet
when all around me
are making noise
An old beast
is on edge
A new tension
is deafening
Deep sharp lines
are being scored
in cold raw
glacial rock
forming rifts
steep valleys
between once fast
friends

I can’t be quiet
when people
I care for
are hardening
Folks I’ve known
for years
are building walls
with bricks of hate
stacking lies
with stones of bigotry
using mortar of bitterness
and the rubble of despair
penning in the pain
of prejudice
with the bile of
white pride

I can’t be quiet
as so many
are on their feet
pleading in good faith
to be free to loosen
long neglected chains
shackles of segregation
rusted from years
of prejudice and pain

I can’t be quiet
while those I’ll
never get to know
are falling
alone
Weightless in Corona
Dropping like leaves
spiraling slowly down
through deep blue sky
turning over
and over in dappled light
they drop
in open disbelief

I can’t be quiet
anymore
as we walk that
long slow walk
of numb regret
reaching out
for the door
where hate loiters
blind fear lingers
and our old and syphilitic
National Trauma
stands steadfast
guarding that ancient
primal
simple truth
sucking life’s
sweet breath

I can’t be quiet
anymore
as our children lean
over earth’s long rail
afraid
the last Helmsman was complicit
and Brother Deceit had set
the course
I smile to see them
as a body
lean in
against that thick
still solid tiller
I smile to see
the shift of the long slow arc
I smile
for them
and for what’s left
of us

We can’t be quiet anymore
as we strive to heal
to forgive
and be refreshed
It’s time to bend together
and heed life’s mystery
Knowledge what we know is less
than what we don’t
And in reflection
understand
as we score
and stack
and plead
as we fall
and walk
and lean
and learn to heal
the children hiding in our hearts
are one and all
begging to be free

 

Comments

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Thu, 01/21/2021 - 19:11

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Harry Seymour Oak Bluffs

Loved this wonderful and expressive poem about the complicity of silence.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Fri, 01/22/2021 - 08:25

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Arnie Reisman Vineyard Haven

Absolutely powerful & beautiful, Steve. You’ve hit a chord that must be hit. Pointed words pointing at our human hearts. None of us should be quiet. Thank you!!

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 01/23/2021 - 07:52

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Lynne Whiting West Tisbury

Steve’s voice is a gift amongst us.
Thank you for for sharing this timely message.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 01/23/2021 - 07:54

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Jack Mac Chappy

Just beautiful.... perfect for the fading image of 2020 and the arrival of our quiet somber midwinter season ! Thank you.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 01/23/2021 - 09:12

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June DeFeo West Palm Beach

So inspiring and meaningful.It has Me wondering what I can do to”start some noise”.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 01/23/2021 - 09:17

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skip OB

“ penning in the pain
of prejudice
with the bile of
white pride”; the real power of the pen. Thanks Steve

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 01/23/2021 - 18:13

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Meredith Goldthwait Oak Bluffs

Exceptional!

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sun, 01/24/2021 - 19:23

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Leo Frame Edgartown

Dear editor
Just a note to say how much I appreciate the Gazette for publishing Steve Ewing’s poem “I can’t be quiet“. It took special courage for Steve to create and the Gazette to publish such a truthfully poignant verse, reflecting the state of MV as well as that of the country. I hope that it can help heal those broken relationships and misunderstandings so that we can mend this fragile democracy recognizing our privileges and becoming sensitive to those who are not as fortunate. Thanks Poet Laureate

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Tue, 01/26/2021 - 12:19

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Nancy Maryland

I pray that we are as thoughtful and deliberate about the "noise" we make as this poem. Just making noise is never enough. The thought behind the "noise" is all important. Our national failing now. The voice of silence then becomes all important. Along with a deep breath.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Wed, 01/27/2021 - 13:08

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Bob Mitchell New Bedford,

Not only one of the best dockbuilders but hidden talent as the Vineyard's Poet Laureate .A great and touching poem.

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