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When the sun fell,
The sky cracked.
Not in blues and whites and storms
But like a teacup
Or glass
Or an iPhone when you drop it 6 inches above the floor.
It was immediate and definite,
the way you always know
if you've broken something irreparably.
That special pitch, the vibrations
in the air
arrowing straight for your eardrums
with certainty,
the sudden sinking surety
of a crack
We all the knew the sky had
cracked
but we washed our dishes
Did our laundry
Drank a beer
That’s how it goes when something so
Big
happens in your front yard.
What are you supposed to do?
Humans have long been defined by their ability
to adapt
despite common opinion.
We are adaptable
So adaptable it only took
4 days
for high schoolers to recreate
the third reich in their classroom
in 1967
So adaptable we live in Phoenix Arizona
with no greenery and cement walls.
The height of human hubris,
to live where the environment itself does not want us
Adaptable
But when the sun falls and the sky cracks
we say ‘oh.’
We say ‘ that’s too bad.’
We climb into our beds and cry under the covers
and we feel so very very alone
all of us, together, alone.
There’s no fixing the sky now.
The crack is always going to be there
There is no e6000 for air
There is no gorilla glue for clouds
The sky isn’t supergluable
But
we did find out
The sun?
Bounces.