A statement
Too strange
To be a lie
Yes, a tree fell
On my husband
And my mother
Whom he protected with his body
And my daughter
Who had the instinct to bolt
Whilst I marveled at the universe
Contained in a speck of dust
Congregating with other specks of dust
My broom was merrily whipping up at home
The police insisted they waited for the ambulance
Paramedics proclaimed them fine
And lucky
Huh …
Lucky seems comical
Too comical almost
But apt perhaps
To describe how any of us
Continues to draw the next breath
Now is all we really have
Yet we lived every moment
As if the next moment is an entitlement