Too cliché
to say
life changes in a blink
the flash
the overturn
time and people and unrestrained objects
airborne
a man
his wife
his son
an overweight bassett
a half-blind spaniel
his water bottle
her iPad
eye glasses lifted right off the young man’s face
debris like space junk
released from gravity
orbiting the auto’s steel core
before landing
the sounds of bodies
steel
glass
rolling and crashing
in the heat-scorched grass
along the highway
near the overpass
lost
to retrograde amnesia
echoing
the disturbance of the time/space continuum
creating
a new Day 1.
If this were a movie,
today’s sky would have another moon
or be turned an iridescent shade of orange
or be smoke-blackened from the alien intruders’ vessel
looming black and mechanical
angular and insect-shaped
above desolated city-scapes suggestive of what stood before
denizens dazed
some in tears
or injured –
some orphaned
or triumphant –
some hopeful
or crushed –
a few bedraggled survivors
clothes and lives
ripped and unstitched
standing tall
ready
to rebuild
to live the new day
to grieve admirably
to know that there is no returning to a world with one moon,
Earth as it was.
And so we won’t.
Oh my dear…sad sad sad.
This one gives me waves of chills.