Couldn't quite tell you where this poem came from. It just sort of happened.
* * *
Event
What
were you doing when the sky cracked?
Were
you sitting cozy at home
With a
good book and a dozing cat?
Were
you strolling downtown,
Window
shopping
Amidst
the cobblestone quaintness?
Were
you idling in early evening traffic,
Quietly
fuming at those who can’t grasp the concept
Of
signaling a change of lane?
Did you
hear the roar?
Did it
rattle your windows or ribcage?
Did you
feel the earth lose its footing beneath you?
Was it
a lurch or a stumble,
A
tumble through you-don’t-know-what
Into
something you’ve never known?
Was it
cold on your face
As its
strange wind whispered past,
Just
for a second?
When it
was over,
Could
you still see the gash,
Or did
you ignore it in favor
Of the
sunshine plaster slathered over it?
Did you
want to pretend it was never there,
Like
all the traffic jammers who kept on inching
And the
window shoppers who kept on walking
And the
homebodies who kept cozying,
Insisting
that the world was just as solid
As it
was before?
Or do
you see something more?
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