somethings not right

 

Years ago at a fancy school 

I studied three unit art

and Edvard Munch perplexed me

Madness, . . . I just didn't get it.

Three decades later 

like a guy a little slow on the uptake

In the worst year for everybody

Somethings not right.

My wife called me this morning

Our 6 year old had gone missing from the front of the house

she was hysterical, couldn't find him anywhere.

Daniel Morecomb, Samantha Knight, William Tyrell, Madeline McCann.

She called me 5 minutes later

he has playing hide and seek, 

and despite the increasing hysteria in her calls

he didn't get it.

My heart was pounding

for 30 minutes after

in the blink of an eye

anything can be taken from you.

What can you lose and never get again

innocence.

what else?

Life.

A friend died saturday.

A beautiful man, funny, smart and successful

Brain tumour.

Life isn't fair.

And its random

As I say we are often our own worst enemy

unless you have a date with fate.

 Hint, don't schedule that in.

In my deepest darkest moments 

I'm reminded of the last stanza

Of a hopkins poem

at that fancy school I attended

"As the lights of the dark west went

Oh morning at the brown brink eastward springs

for the holy ghost over the bent world broods

with a warm heart and bright wings."

Hope does spring eternal eh?