Sibilance By Katje Kaase The sky could no longer Hold the rain in check Any more than she

could Keep her hands still Objects sighed In sibilant sounds, Begging her to awaken them To listen to their Meandering murmurs And neglected needs Was she the only one Who heard their pleas? The rain ricocheted Off the roof But the sounds emanating From inanimate things Were only muted By the tumult They would return When placidity reigned Her hands would caress them And she would listen September, 201