Seconds Before the Thunderclap Came
Seconds before the thunderclap came
In every
Single
Unit
The summit of the day had been reached
And with it came
The assurance of immortality
Which arrives
When danger is as far away
as the faraway moon
Which at that very moment
was watching over each and every one of them
In every
Single
Unit
Like the nightlight
Of the nursery
Where mom and dad
Once upon a time
held vigil in the shadows
counted baby breaths for inventory
and exported dreams
To ensure everlasting love and most of
All a very, very long life.
Outside was the
after-hours
Clocked-out ocean
Which was something to boast about
And take every angle pictures of
From your balcony
When it was awake
To send to friends and relatives
Who would envy you
And everything about your life
For at least one more minute.
There were no lifeboats for
The beloved of
every
Single
unit at Surfside, Florida.
fragile grandparents
Tender-hearted parents
shiny children
dependable God-sent nannies
twentysomething lovers on the grown-up island of a king size bed
The Orthodox Jews
And the South American tourists.
All that was there was tomorrow.
And so
As TVs chanted like wall-mounted monks
And singers sang in the key of bluetooth
they all went about the silent rituals.
They polished their teeth
took their pills
stroked their hair with longing and hope
And slipped into the confidence of nudity and nightwear.
And at the exact same moment
Someone arrived at an off-duty refrigerator
As someone else
suddenly sat up quickly on the edge of the bed
when they saw
the image of the one that they loved the most
fly away like an untethered astronaut
And in perfect synchronicity,
they both reached out for ice cream and
Heartache.
And that is when the thunderclap came.
And they were gone.
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