Apocalypse
My school was named after Nicolaus Copernicus,
and the teachers asked us to sing songs about him
halting the Sun and moving the Earth.
But I could not imagine anybody with arms that long
and realized I know nothing about the world.
Jesus was a God and Jesus said that
“there will be signs in the sun, moon, and stars”
and “people will faint from terror,” and
I was one of these people afraid that Copernicus
Changes his mind and pushes the Sun on us.
And this is how the life of a little 7-year-old would have ended,
Crashed in Copernicus’ huge hands, melted, evaporated.
But instead, she lived on to write about the world she grew to know.
The world of constant uncertainties, unrecyclable plastics, and bad pop songs.
The world that forgot that Copernicus’ hands are long enough to smash it.
Copyright © Inga Piotrowska | Year Posted 2021
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