The Unpredictable

I cannot tell you

that these events blindsided me.

I had arrived home happily

when I got word of the

catastrophe.

 

I cannot tell you

that I was numb to the words–

I fell apart on the street curb,

but still had to drive home

carefully.

 

I cannot tell you

that I locked myself away

fell down on my knees

broken, and prayed

for reality,

 

and I cannot tell you

that in this private place,

the events took only a moment

to swallow, accept

and transcend.

 

Because this is all true,

just like we stood by the water

watching the crabs that day,

and the sun cut through the sky

illuminating our faces.

 

We were unhinged, uncovered,

vulnerable and real.

No performance.

No acting for a desired feel,

a moment kept as a peridot secret.

 

These events

pry on the unpredictable,

and it goes on and on.

It’s a cycle of absurdity

trying to break us.

 

But the slice of light

we caught that day

is a calm that surpasses

the on and on. It surpasses

every single doubting thought.

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