September 2017
Martin Willitts Jr
mwillitts01@yahoo.com
mwillitts01@yahoo.com
I’ve been a professional Jazz musician, oral storyteller, handset letterpress and offset printer operator, professional Librarian. I was a child when my father took me on a Freedom Bus in the early days of Civil Rights, and I was a CO Field Medic in Vietnam. I have built over 100 Habitat for Humanity, 90 of them with Jimmy Carter. When someone asks me what we can do to enact change, I always say do small things that last long. My 11th full-length book, “Three Ages of Women” was just released by Deerbrook Editions. It is a collection based on paintings featuring women as subjects, and women as artists.
The Approaching Storm
He feels the oblivion of rain:
it tears leaves, tosses branches,
blackens the noon sky.
It began like all sprinkles,
gentle as Brahms’ Lullaby,
now staggering in immensity.
There is no sensitivity in this deluge.
There is no brilliance in the rising water.
There is no arc built on the horizon.
So much for the Covenant.
The lightening is hyperactive.
This is a great opportunity to pray.
His wife stares at his observations,
raising her eyebrows like sandbags,
urging, calm down now, it’s not that bad.
The Approaching Storm
He feels the oblivion of rain:
it tears leaves, tosses branches,
blackens the noon sky.
It began like all sprinkles,
gentle as Brahms’ Lullaby,
now staggering in immensity.
There is no sensitivity in this deluge.
There is no brilliance in the rising water.
There is no arc built on the horizon.
So much for the Covenant.
The lightening is hyperactive.
This is a great opportunity to pray.
His wife stares at his observations,
raising her eyebrows like sandbags,
urging, calm down now, it’s not that bad.
© 2017 Martin Willitts Jr
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