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Waiting For The World To End

Sometimes
I feel like I’m waiting
For the world to end.
The skies are clear the daylight bright.
The Surf tumbles playfully on the rocks.
The sounds of water and wind mix to
Create the heart’s blood of Mother Earth.
And yet…

Lightning rips across the sky
And the seas jump up and down
Shouting angry curses.
The trees are tossing their leaves around
And try to shove me with their branches.
The wind screams like an enraged bane sidhe
Pulls my hair and blinds me.

The water rushes to claim me
Then throws me unwanted to the cold rocks.
What the Mother giveth she can surely take away.
And yet…

For now she is forgiving.
For now she threatens me not.
For now my life is my own and
Sometimes
I feel like I’m waiting
For the world to end.

Cherilyn Formanek, (1998)

2009 Lake Worth Street Painting Festival 048 (2)