Timpani
I’m alone again
it doesn’t matter
secretly I’m in love
with the symphony’s timpani
—the rolling beat
of polished kettles
But how would I ever
be noticed up here in
the third tier box
especially over the
crescendo of strings
and the demanding blast of trombones
Doesn’t matter
once a year I see my timpani
and focus intently on the
deep rhythms
it drowns out my days of
pizzicato streets
and I’m grateful
—Catherine Hunt ...