Premonition
April 10 2023
An uneventful week.
No weather to speak of.
The familiar routines
I can sleepwalk through.
And in the greater world
the usual war, famine, oppression.
But that was all faraway, and academic,
happening on screens
and not quite real.
So this feeling of apprehension
is understandable.
Because there's always something.
Because every good thing
must be balanced by a bad.
And mostly, because I’m a catastrophist;
the worst that can happen
ever top of mind.
The eaves are overflowing
in a late spring thaw;
a regular thump thump thump
as melting snow drips
on the metal window ledge.
An ominous sound
as if counting down
to some awful turn of luck.
Like water torture.
Like a pointed finger
tapping repeatedly into my brain.
Or like a beating drum,
as horses paw the ground
and troops prepare for battle,
anxiously awaiting
the fateful order to come.
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