It falls to me
this time
and time again,
from a clear, blue sky.
Like an angel,
or an atom bomb.
I’m
no more qualified,
or competent
than you.
I’m just here,
in this place,
at this time,
right or wrong.
Some say our time comes,
our chance to live,
our chance to die
and we,
never even notice.
Our fortunes
unclaimed and abandoned.
Maybe,
it’s because I
stopped for a second
to smell a flower,
to listen to the birds,
to take in the sky;
that I saw it coming down.
I was here
to take a chance
again,
at being at the center
of whatever I was.
Still not sure
if I’m saved,
or I’m destroyed.
I just know
that nothing
will ever be the same,
since I saw it coming
from a clear, blue sky.
HG – 2019
