When the time comes

Often, we are not present

at the start of things,

big things

an infinitesimal spark

far away in the cosmos,

an incredible event

unobserved,

it’s outcome only apparent

after eons.

Under the sea, cataclysmic shifts

in the darkness,

unfathomable power

eventually to make landfall

and spill onto our shores,

a devastating force.

And buried deep within us,

a latent chemistry,

an alchemy lays a plan,

blueprints checked

sequences rubber-stamped

awaiting the signal.

We are helpless,

ignorant

unaccountable

for how we’ll act

when the star explodes,

the tsunami breaches

or the cancer grows.

 

© Graham Sherwood 02/2019

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