Watching the sky fall

Chicken Little knew
not when, but what.
But why?
Because the sky;
even God’s own eyes
can’t hold back the storms forever

 Henny Penny knew
that a penny saved is earned
and the world will sometimes burn
all around you.
But the seed;
hidden deep beneath need
may hold the someday rain in its leaves.

There is a wolf that cries like a child
Wrapped in sheep’s tattered wool
And a jagged smile

I still reach out for the walls in the aftershock
As we pause and wait
In tense city brace
For the tug of loss
in a quickly darkened future.

I am not here to hold your hands
Frozen in a late frost
and pandemic.

How will our scars shape us?