Complacently we think it never happens to us,

Until that sunshiny day we’re hit by a bus.

Until the unthinkable happens.

It is true, I know, bad things happen to good folks.

“It isn’t always the neighbors,” she jokes,

I have to leave the room.

You say we will be fine. Probably true,

It’s just black flames of hell we have to pass through

To get to the other side.

Common things happen commonly,

Rare things are rare and occur infrequently,

But still lightning strikes.

Bad things happen for no good reason,

Cold hits harder when it’s out of season

And “Why?” has no reply.

Odense 2017