In light of the upheaval or lack thereof in our lives over the last 24 hours, this, that I wrote a few years back in Scotland:
Today in history:
chances were taken
fortunes were lost,
hands were given,
salads were tossed.
People who would never hear one another's names
Died, and were born.
Souls that might've been mates
missed one another
in the infinitesimal eternity of milliseconds that separates
a train being late
and a train being on time.
Great Things were done and applauded,
Normality prevailed unheeded.
Carpets were sold,
transmissions rebuilt,
test tubes examined,
calamities claimed lives,
and coffee was served.
The Mighty exalted,
The Lowly oppressed,
Joy in the Morning,
Contentment at Rest.
But as for myself on This Day,
I lived long enough to see the clouds that blew in
blow on out again
just like millions of others
and other than that,
unless I write it here,
the minutiae of this momentous microcosm
might not ever get writ.
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