The world took an evil spin <br />on the way to the hospital. <br />Slow moving elderly became spoiled <br />and ill. Children mere reminders <br />of the future pushing relentlessly on. <br />Clocks now irrelevant <br />grow feverishly still. <br /> <br />A well-dressed woman rushes <br />out of her Buick, shiny <br />patent leather spikes stabbing hard <br />on concrete, oblivious to life <br />hanging fragile in the air <br />between her heel and the street. <br /> <br />I never gave a damn about a pool. <br />Or the titles, income, or the house. <br />Never hesitated over a long <br />flight to Asia, a third glass of wine, <br />or what the neighbors might think. <br />I do, however, mind terribly <br />that I am here and you are there <br />and there is life and death <br />in between, though we may <br />never realize how many times before <br />we have been here <br />and not known it at all.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-seemingly-normal-friday-afternoon/
