Sirens howling, blaring in the distance,
in the in-between places,
in -between your house and mine,
my world and the next 6 blocks over,
or maybe five?
is somebody dead?
is somebody still alive?
Did somebody have a car crash?
Is there a house, on a city street, engulfed in flames?
Between-the here-and there,
The sirens call, they blare, they scream
an unknown name…
like something strange from a dream.
But usually when i hear that sound,
the swirl, the scream, the panic,
of emergency sirens, fire, or police/woman and men/
i know that there is trouble somewhere afoot.
And then the noise stops as swiftly as it began,
and slowly i forget,
since it was not me, or my family, or even my neighbors,
but the places-the spaces-of the in-between,
5 or 6 blocks off,
when a fire goes down,
how horrible is it,
to stand there, and, just watch?
it’s surreal, to me, how we can just ignore,
the sounds of a siren,
as it screams and howls,