Gray stillness enveloped the sky
Everything calmed; halted
Even the wind stopped breathing
Playing in the backyard with clothespins
Clipped them to the end of my fingers
Wondered what they’d feel like on the tip of my tongue
So I did.
That was the first time I heard a tornado siren
Mom flung upon the screen door
Yelling at me to get inside!
Paralyzed with indecision
With a clothespin pinching my tongue.