If It Happens

(Note: Inspired by The Drowned Children by Louise Glück)

The disproportioned design of consequence

so fickle and disinterested,

we could be forever lost in the eternal ice,

Tugging and pulling on frayed cloth

with shallow, empty prints of Christmas.

And we are lost in our comfort. But,

I swear, I have not seen the sun for weeks.

Blind and deaf to what was intended,

Our blood will freeze by night, whenever that could be.

We scream at the moon that used to be,

when our Fathers begin to cry

we’ll become the worst of you and I.

It is the only civilized solution to hide

our fear.

Amongst the ashes of Atlantis,

We can only ask the dance of death

What brought us here

in the shadows of the potential,

We will never see the sun.

Our voices waning, dancing on a paper trail,

we are out of step with time.

And we’ll swim in four letter words,

in the caricature of a memory.

“I should have become a watchmaker.”