On a Monday Holiday

On a Monday holiday
Outside my window there
Is special quiet

I live on Main Street
Which, here, is
A main street

Much traffic in the
Town goes by and
Emergency vehicles

Yet all action by
Wise or by a fool
Sounds blanketed today

Even the helicopter
I hear now shudders
Through a more silent

Sky—yes, there is an
Air-push on its way
With a storm behind

But humidity rising
While the barometer
Descends does not

Evince, I think, the silence
Outside my window now
Now, where there’s

Muted sunlight, too
Where, fuzzily or not,
Thought is knocking on

The pane, asking for
An invite in—well, why
Not on this kind of day