The Falling Out
I find the ceiling fan
quite interesting – a whirling
meditation; -- blades
whiz! – air cooling unseen
yet felt
apparently
all affecting not overtly visible
how one’s heart reacts to currents
oblivious to detached others --
when we had our falling out
a great storm rocked worlds
no mention by the local meteorologist
nor cosmologist
seismologist
or an especial priest --
What’s one more or less, our universe~
to the greater emotional theme?
Everything was so chaotic,
People were idiotic.
Nothing was the same,
All the libs claimed Trump was to blame.
Just about all the stores
Had to close all their doors.
There was no toilet paper to be found,
And all of the people were frowned.
The government began to scream,
Which became a common theme.
BE SMART!
STAY SIX FEET APART!
But the people would not listen,
There was so much contention.
People were not allowed to touch or hug,
Researchers were working as fast as they could to find a drug.
Then one day there was a stay-at-home order,
And all the people were no longer striving to cross the border.
Since there wasn’t the usual hustle and bustle,
The world didn’t have so much as a rustle.
Seismologist noticed the vibrations of the earth were gone,
Everyone began to say, “is this a new dawn”?
The earth began to stand still,
And many people were asking, “was this all real?”
What could this all mean?
It has never before been seen.
Prayer became the new norm,
THIS WAS THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM!
©Deborah L. Miller