Hiatus – a poem by Keith Melton

Hiatus

I need interruption.  Hammers hamming
Nails jamming
Precision working against the coming gale force winds
The low country, so many contradictions.
Magnificent sunsets  
 
Clouds that pearl blue and white, iridescent
Streaks circling the Almighty
Gardenia blossoms and palmetto, herons
Gliding hawks, rainbows
Prehistoric marvels in their slow moving terror.
 
Summertime now, but fall is coming; crews hurrying
Before the oceans
Heat up; twisting sand dunes
Into wind tunnels  
The sensors working overtime
 
The rising tides a velvet hammer
Deconstructing the sameness.
Remembering, everything will be cast down 
Suddenly, I need this hiatus
To save my flowerpots, before the trees fly.
 

Keith Melton holds a Master’s Degree in City Planning from Georgia Tech and a BA in Economics and International Studies from the American University.  He previously has served as Director of Planning and Program Development for the Federal Transit Administration (FTA) Region IV Office; as well as VP of Development for both the Atlanta Economic Development Corp. and the DeKalb Chamber of Commerce (Metro Atlanta).  His poems have been published in numerous periodicals.