Winds pushed aside yesterday’s news,
better blown away than read.
My Daughters hand squeezed
me back to the sidewalk.
People flew by with a purpose,
of which few were aware,
still stunned by a
terrorist’s victory.
Daddy? “Yes sweetie?”
“Is the world falling apart?”
“Why do you ask that Skye?”
“Well there’s dust blowing everywhere.”
“No” I replied relieved.
“The Earth is just rearranging itself”
Out of the mouths of Babes,
comes a literal clarity,
with the observance of the
physical present unimpeded.