The Forecast
Perhaps our age has driven us indoors.
We sprawl in the semi-darkness, dreaming sometimes
Of a vague world spinning in the wind.
But we have snapped our locks, pulled down our shades,
Taken all precautions. We shall not be disturbed.
If the earth shakes, it will be on a screen;
And if the prairie wind spills down our streets
And covers us with leaves, the weatherman will tell us.
Dan Jaffe, 1964
From the anthology Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle… and other modern verse
(November, 2013. Apropos the happenings in the wider world of late.)
Leaves & Pages 
Pretty, and sad. It reminds me of Shirley Jackson’s book The Sundial a little, although the two aren’t at all saying the same thing.
Isn’t it good? It struck a chord, as I was browsing through the poetry anthology before shelving it. I’ve a few other things from that anthology I’d like to share, but they’re mostly cute/funny, not as thought-provoking as this one.
I’ve never read The Sundial; now you’ve made me curious; must search it out.