We are living in a time of the great wave

Taken by it

Watching it batter and break what has been in our vicinity

And yet, so much else remains moored, unmoving

Not by choice, but circumstance

It seems so wrong, so unfair

Like the day after a dead body – someone’s brother, someone’s son, someone’s crush

Lies splayed on the sidewalk

A woman walks her dog there

Picks up its shit there

Because for her, it’s allowed to be any other day