What’s Up With the Poet?
She still can’t walk away from her vehicle, or drive that vehicle out of town, in safety.
She still keeps her van’s curtains down against mocking sounds whenever she moves.
What’s changed is that this dastardly duo of stalker/targeters now seems to feel that their activities must be carried out more carefully.
Much more carefully.
Bird calls are down from hundreds to a mere handful each day. Hollow-hammer sound effects likewise come in ones and twos rather than by the dozens. Daytime trash trombone tones have been downright intermittent. And flying pebbles and wood chips hitting the van are lately reduced from an all-time high of hundreds-by-the-handful to merely a few.
Community support for this team of targeter/vandals seems, likewise, to be fading.
Even during the rallying efforts always whipped up after a cheerfully evaluative reader reachback like this one, only one local dog or two can be found to be made to bark in proximity to the poet’s van. Car horns sounded outside its windows have morphed from extended blasts from double cab pickups to timid subcompact taps. Voices suddenly raised vanside are as often friendly sounding as otherwise.
Nighttime levels of volume around the poet’s vehicle have been so low that the trash-trombone tone can often barely be heard, and vanside sound effects are now being conducted at sidewalk-close proximity in order to be heard by her inside it at all.
They’re worried about something, or someone, these two, about which, or whom, they hadn’t been worried before.
That’s got to be a good thing.
The poet is still unpleasantly awakened several times each night ~ but some sleep, she is getting.
She is not allowed anything resembling modern American freedom, doesn’t get to watch people, birds in flight, or sunsets ~ but she does have more peaceful moments in which to continue her work.
Not a situation with which she is willing to be content for the long term.
But good enough for this Here Now.
Among us, poets are ill paid. In order to continue her work, this one currently lives in her minivan, on an income of a fraction of our nation’s poverty level. If her work has moved, enabled or uplifted you, your contribution to this effort may be made at: https://www.gofundme.com/kx4xka-are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts