Random Reflections

Things that could never happen,
Like a tree falling down,
And skinning its knees,
Or the sunrise,
Making the world appear to blacken.

Things that are a given,
Like a tropical cloudburst,
Causing flooding,
Or a vehicle gaining mileage,
Each time it’s driven.

Things that could never happen,
Like a laceration,
With blood that bleeds blue,
Or a cow dancing around,
Singing and clapping.

Things that are a given,
Like a stuffed animal,
Being full of cotton,
Or a loved one’s murderer,
Being unforgiven.

Things that could never happen,
Like an African elephant,
Squeezing through a doggie door,
Or a runaway animal stopping,
When the reins slacken.

Things that are a given,
Like Christmas decorations,
Bringing thoughts of cold and snow,
Or you pushing the door labeled out,
While trying to get in.

Things that could never happen,
Like life not changing,
As years fly by,
Or the stars rearranging,
To mend all misfortune.

Things that are a given,
Like hair growing back,
Each time it’s cut,
Or an asthma attack,
Being an actual brush with death.

Things that could never happen,
Like a fan,
Being enough in summer,
Or a marching band,
Providing good entertainment.

Things that are a given,
Like a dog,
Being the most loyal of beasts,
Or a rotten log’s,
Heat being brief.

Things that could never happen,
Like complete silence,
Bringing on deafness,
Or absolute reliance,
On a sworn enemy.

Things that are a given,
Like making it home,
Bringing a sigh of relief,
Or needing a comb,
For your morning routine.