That morning on their veranda
Shimmeringly sunny yet breezy
So very pleasant
They’d taken their coffee
Her husband and she
And each their usual newspaper sections
And had, as usual
Discussed disintegrating current events
Then…..after some moments
Something within her had
Had cracked….let go
Let go of all civilized pretense
That all was well in the world
She’d felt held-back fears spill out
Always threatening to consume her
Fear of certain impending doom
Climate catastrophe terror bombings
War threats police shootings ‘me too’
Corrupt elections UVs EMFs and AI etc etc
To name but the tip of the iceberg
As well as her husband’s umpteenth mention
Of the latest totally inappropriate
Sick unintelligent slanderous hateful
Immoral tweet and action
Of the current holder of the spurious title
President of the United States of America
(And arguably, of the world)
She’d arisen from her wicker chair
Without much thought nor hesitation
In unconscious reflex, feeling out-of-body
‘Quite like some kind of trance!’
Said her husband still in shock
And stepped down off their veranda
Began walking determinedly
Directly toward the wooded area
Edging their suburban sprawler
And disappeared that morning
Forever
Into its clean and leafy embrace
By Jahgirl
05/07/2018