Peril by Bill Frayer
the wind feels as if it comes
from all directions at once
which confuses me as I look
to calculate where the trees
will fall and which houses
are in danger of collapse
it was so calm just moments ago
I could predict the day ahead
now the sky darkens with uncertain
clouds, I look around and see
panic in their eyes as they stand
imploring by the side of the road
where uncaring pickup trucks pass
aggressive and oblivious.
I am afraid that when I waken
people will disappear in the fog
and we will fail to even notice
their absence
Bill Frayer is a retired college English professor who lived and wrote in Mexico for ten years and now lives in Maine. He has had his poems published in The California Quarterly, The Poeming Pigeon, The Main Street Rag, Heydey Magazine, Poetry South, El Ojo del Lago, The Lake Chapala Review, and Magnapoets. He has published four collections of poems.