During the Apocalypse

We’ll see, we kept saying.

people standing on hill looking at clouds

We baked bread and held the babies. We remembered bread and babies. We sat in parked cars and shook our heads, wondering about the others behind glass, shaking heads, and at the ones walking in circles in the intersection who waved their arms and shouted what we could not decipher, yet. We looked often to the creatures nearby. We kept them close in our homes, in our cars, in our beds. We studied their movements and tried to read their eyes and faces. We gave daily reports of their movements and kept watching, as with oracles. They were judging us, we knew. But how?

The children looked away and seemed to talk less, and the outside play we had once taken for granted now seemed fraught, as with religion and history and plans. Everywhere you looked, there were images over images, and they held us. Most of what we did was wait and watch. We’ll see, we said, we’ll see, but it was more of a question. We watched the sky, watched the bread, watched the ovens, watched the pets. 

We watched the children. There was something we wanted to tell them. We were waiting for the right words.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

One thought on “During the Apocalypse”

  1. How often do we hold our breath and remain lifeless as we try to find the right words, suffocating ourselves for years until we finally exhale, breath, and trust our oxygen-addled minds to say what needs to be said, no matter how clumsy the words fall out of our mouths.

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