
Have a Beautiful Terrible Day
Sundays 10am
All you can change, they say, is you.
You don’t control anyone but yourself.
All you can do, they say,
is take a breath and
consider your reaction
to what is happening.
Return to yourself.
You are what is happening.
What is happening is a landslide, God.
The world melted before my eyes.
It is the feeling of my feet going first
then my back, smack against the ground
then the whooshing sound
of the earth as it moves.
It’s the speed.
God, why didn’t anyone tell me
about the speed at which it goes --
my horizon, my choice, my control --
before, blink, blink,
someone with a calm voice
is asking me about my reaction
to a world now left behind.
You are there, somewhere out there,
though I can hardly feel it.
Send an angel, send a fleet, send them now.
-©Kate Bowler, when everything is out of control