“If I don’t practice for even one day, I can tell the difference when I next cradle the cello in my arms. If I fail to practice for two days, my closest friends can also tell the difference. If I don’t practice for three days, the whole world knows the difference.”   

          – Pablo Casals

Fort Ebey

I know this tunnel
with cracked concrete walls
where the ground
grows through.
Mosses and the thinnest weeds.
Puddles where the wall meets the floor.
A quiet
that shuts out the world,
what stirs ahead
what shifts behind.
Boys once waited
against these walls,
boys once hid
against these walls,
torn between the war above
and the pull, the pierce
of home.
Then after the war,
couples snuck in
for a kiss,
creatures darted in
from the rain,
brothers lured
little sisters
as far as the dark
and flicked off
the flashlight.
Now it is too dark,
and damp
to find solace.
It’s somehow
and less mysterious.
But that quiet
cuts out
the world.

~Megan M. Codera