Things Happen

you sew up the tears in your soul
as if it were the Hindenberg
about to explode

but you don't know that yet
you can't.
who ever does.

things happen or they don't.
things occur.
when they occur to you

you wonder how the sky is still blue
and why no one else seems to wonder that too
and you're on a distant shore

while they keep buying groceries
going out their accustomed doors while
your old door floats by you on the flood.

caked in mud.

maybe you'll stand in line.
maybe they'll take their time.
maybe you won't recognize anymore

your own lips moving in the movie
while you try to find your face
stretching to say a rubbery something

for which there is no language really.

mary angela douglas 15 july 2018