SURFACE

The car rides up along the very edge
of the cliff. “I will go home and rest,”
I tell the driver. “For awhile,
anyway.” He unapologetically
tells me there is no time
for rest. “The adversity
will only get worse. War
is coming.”

At home, there is a bomb
in the living room.
All the clocks in the house
give a different detonation time, but we all
race outside to safety. Be careful
not to cut your feet
on the shattered glass.

(21 December 2006)