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.
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 –
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.
The way things just