arguments begin
when diverse human
pressures collide
forming clouds
that sometimes darken
and bring rain
it’s only after
the sun returns
do rainbows
catch the tail end
of a quarrel
and begin the gossip
of who started it
it’s after our final breath that we meet the Mystery face to face hopefully a greeting of open arms a sweet upturn of the wrists maybe a shrug of the shoulders but why worry about inevitability? what
Inevitably cracks develop in even comfortable lives which expose a windy abyss that shuffles the pages of one’s tidy existence takes the trusted guns of cause and effect blindfolds and drops them over