Touchdown – Poetry by Ken Gierke

Joe Goode – Environmental Impact

It came out of Eldon,
touching, tearing, ripping
trees, roofs, indiscriminate
in its favoring or rending.
It arrived unexpected,
thirty miles later, hills and bluffs,
the expected buffer, failed to deter.

Walls that once met, met
no longer. Roots meant to anchor
kissed the sky, their farthest
extremities kissing the earth.
It didn’t stay long. Why would it?
After crossing the muddy river
it returned to its true home, the sky.


About the Poet

Ken Gierke started writing poetry in his forties, but found new focus when he retired. It also gave him new perspectives, which come out in his poetry, primarily in free verse and haiku. He has been published at Vita Brevis, Tuck Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, Amethyst Review, and Eunoia Review. His work can be found at his blog.

13 thoughts on “Touchdown – Poetry by Ken Gierke

    1. Thank you, Lisa. We watched TV reports through the evening of scattered sightings within a 60 mile radius. Lights out around 10:30, and we slept through the big storm (except for sensing high winds outside the window) as it passed 3/4 mile away. As might be expected, it left devastation in its path.

  1. “It didn’t stay long…” They rarely do, eh? But they take care of their business big-time, leaving us to ponder disconnected walls and uprooted roots. which you do (expertly) here. Well done & conga rats on the pub!

      1. I am, too. We’ve had tornado alerts and tornados nearby, and that’s close enough for me. (We did have a wind shear once that went right through town on a beautiful day–in seconds, the wind picked up, power went out, and a tree fell on my car.)

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