To be alive today
while the whole world is crumbling
makes one start to wonder . . .
how much time is left?
I know I'm not alone
in thinking this
and the possibility . . .
that some of us might even survive.
Still, I contemplate the end
and how it might come
while we're mowing lawns
and cooking dinner.
I'm here, just being myself and breathing
kind of like the children, that morning,
playing on the sunny shore, when just . . . like . . . that
the monstrous Tsunami reared and took their lives away.
It would be foolishness
to watch for signs of doom
and wasting precious time . . .
when you and I both know the end will come, no matter
just . . . like . . . that!
Joanne Cucinello © 2011
