Catastrophe

I am not entirely certain
how any of us make it through unscathed,
what with spit­ting frying pans just out of reach
and the tempta­tion of roundabouts
revers­ing cars in driveways
epi­dem­ics from exotic locales
the drunk driver who slams into the rear of the car
leuk­emia, acci­dental smoth­er­ing, house fires, bush fires
and pos­sibly lack of food since mother is
cata­tonic in the living room,
para­noid about what might happen
instead of out in the world
let alone here in this moment.