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Common Sounds
by Gabriel Furshong

Crossing the foot of the mountain
sirens pierced through
the wall of wind in the grass

the common sound of an ambulance
like the common sound of a broom
sweeping away the littered bodies
of cockroaches from the kitchen

a swift and regular motion

We must be here at the pleasure of something
but we are not

then because of the passing on of things
to take notice

a sudden curl in your hair
as we near the vast ocean 

Gabriel Furshong writes from Missoula, MT, where he works for the Montana Wilderness Association. His essays and reporting have appeared in High Country News, the Earth Island Journal and the Cobalt Review, among other publications. His poetry has been printed or is forthcoming in the anthology, “I Go to the Ruined Place,” (Lost Horse Press), the CutBank Literary Magazine and the Cossack Review.