“On the phone you told me about
the fine-tuning of the universe for the existence of life
& the very narrow parameters that had to be met
to begin the evolution of our genesis
and it made me question

What demonic intervention?
as the winds picked up
the sky became a rabid mutt
the air itself began chasing its tail
uprooting lives and shaking them off
as debris

There is a german phrase that i can’t pronounce
but i know its translation
“A problem shared is a problem halved.”

Maybe this phrase brought comfort
in earlier days
but since the dust has yet to settle
I can’t see through it to find a familiar face.

A wound up tasmanian devil
spun into my school
the place i matriculated
was masticated by the teeth of a tornado

The blackboards went pale with death
the windows shivered until they shattered
and the walls stood their ground
but the foundation was just too shaken

So the edifice of my education
rests as remains
but whose ghost won’t let me advance,
demanding, what providence?

that, as the sky turned green
i left before three
and the building was ruins at four”