a possibility of Grace

maybe the world did end
one in which guns make Angels.
Perhaps the huge asteroid no one saw
smacked into this remarkable blue gem
and set it to boil and burn

did these alternative realities occur-
within each moment is every possibility,
a dimension like chance, and we
have perished, or live in last agonies
fed to rodents and roaches; or
feeding upon each other
the animal self emerged from
civility, naked turtles

or perhaps a prayer found
the possibility of Grace
and the asteroid floated by
the agonies mere dread
and the children who became Angels
saw us change, from refugees of fear
into creatures of love...for even
such a great sea of change-- begins with a single drop;
a tear fallen into emptiness

Sandy...

 in a place called Sandy...

felt a human storm

the crushing weight like

great wind driven tides

takes away the sun and air

a place suddenly beneath the sea

and a chill to the spirit;

frozen by sheer coldness of this day.

When finally falls to night, darkness

brings its cycle, yet some do not

close ends...missing ends, when  Love suspends 

flown into most difficult breath.

When the air is softened

slowed by beats of heavy hearts,

stilled by angel wings;

a sliver of Moon glistens

as the night also… has a fresh teardrop