below the sword
I meet up with a couple of friends
toward the bottom of the mountain,
and we start visiting,
two of us stop for a moment,
and the third, ahead of us, pauses,
turns, and looks back,
at that moment I hear something above,
look up, and see a dark horizontal shape
crash to the ground just down the trail from us,
like the Sword of Damocles
it hovered above, though we knew it not,
fortunately, it was only a widow-maker in possibility,
how powerful a message
that the universe can easily, at any time,
crash down, and devastate.
by Henry H. Walker
August 3, ‘16
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