What if the sky fell down in great big chunks of blue?
Collapsing under the weight of the stars
The moon dropping
No where to run
No street is safe
No shelter could hold
broken blue peaks reveal
eternal gray and black that waited all along
What if the ocean dried and its salt polluted the masses?
The fish swimming in circles
the last of the their home shrinking
waiting to drown in the air
No food to eat
Noo escaping the salt
The dry waves of sand frenzy and hurl,
wishing and missing their old friend water
It has long since past
The wise wouldn't know
The old couldn't help
The smart couldn't think
The strong know only to fight
What if the lost was finally found?
Rejoycing in the streets as it came repossessed
Unification and celebration
I love poetry.