Post Trauma

The wind,

Rushes by,

No lie,

All is quiet,

All is quite still,

In the bubble, until,

It burst out too,

And hell breaks through,

The landscape is change,

Nothing is the same,

I see life in a different hue,

I see in life,

Something new,

The ground is firmer,

Though the heavens may shatter,

Like glass,

There is grass ,

Between my toes,

I can feel it grow,

But I'm waiting though,

For the hit to kick in,

A smack in the mouth,

With adrenaline,

The landscape is changed,

Destiny rearranged,

As it always and ever shall be,

That's the permanent changing destiny,

Nothing is sure,

Except,

There sure is nothing,

To be complacent about,

So get on your knees,

And kiss the mud,

Give thanks to God,

Taste the air,

Find it there,

For it is only seconds till the bubble burst,

And, for now,

Face the worst,

Remember through siren blare,

God's hand in this is nothing but fair

M. Joseph Burt    (5.11.6)

(Written almost immediately after I had a head on collision with a bus in which my life nearly ended )