Gravel

Never has there been so much, owned by so little.

A few tender beams of sunlight

Reaching into space

Grasping on to the clouds

But they lost their grip

And with the gravity

That comes with the cold calamity of night

The sun was buried alive

I had no choice

Putting down my bottle

Me and others got up

And moved towards the hills

We walked for miles

No land but the rocky gravel

Beneath our tattered sneakers

I don’t care

We kneeled

Slowly

Cupped our hands

And dug

Through the gravel

Dug

Dug

W

E

J

U

S

T

D

U

G

We hit bottom

It grabbed my arms

Tenderly

So I pulled him

Up

Up

Until

He reached the surface

And he flew

He flew above and beyond the night

We all stared at it

Only for a moment

A minute

A second

Hour

Day

I didn’t care

So we walked back

I didn’t care

Not a sound

Did I

No sound

Dear God

Except

Footsteps

No

Gravel

Author's Note

It's a poem about the great depression in America, and the hopelessness that the people had. Looking for feedback, as always. Thanks guys!

-Noah

Reviews

[Calamityofgin]

Lol incedentily was just writing about calamitous gravity..you see the piece...me first!!! Lol just kiddin..dig wjen that happens though.

[Calamityofgin]

I didnt read the authors note first..think i prefer that way..i read this the way i needed to hear today. A 12 steps member..this put in mind surrender and the journey after. My a*s was kicked..clothes and soul in tatters..i put downmy vodka and picked up what mattered.

After reading note..your modern Steinbeck resonates darlin.
An important write and read. Written open so can be interperted universally.

An inspired piece Noah!

Calamity