Hi there. Today I had some news about someone I used to go to school with, and am writing this as a way of processing.

It’s confusing;

The way that things continue. You’d think

That, on hearing the news, the world would have to stop,

Re-calibrate, change its course, shudder with

Something. A spark

Has gone out, and absence created, and yet –

I can hear children playing in their garden. The sky is brightest blue-

It should be raining, surely

It should be raining –

But no.

It took awhile to process the news, but,

Whilst I did,

Dinner was cooked. Work was done.

A pheasant stalked across the lawn in the golden sunshine.

It’s confusing;

The way things just

Carry on.