The Thingness of a Catastrophe
It is is the unravelling, this thingness,
This unexpected event, the shock,
The surprise - the unknowing of it all.
The happening happens with no alarm,
No herald of disaster or change and
no 'notice'. No red fonted approach here,
No, this sneaks up on quietened toes,
Soft slippers felted and hushed, tapping,
The catastrophe is made, born, emerged, discovered
and even looking sideways, through a squint
and under furrowed brows, all has changed
And you can never go back.