Escatological Flurries

Folk sure seem obsessed with the end of the world lately.

I mean more than the usual fantasies about fiery destruction, robot uprisings, killer plagues or the zombie apocalypse.

Some days it's almost like everyone is holding their collective breath, waiting for something big to happen.

Maybe it's just me, and this job I'm working, and the people I run into working the shifts that I work.

But there's definitely been an apocalyptic breeze blowing these last few weeks.

Everyone at the same time crazy and subdued. 

Children acting out, but afraid of looking bad in front of the new principal.


We're all waiting,

for what no one seems to know,

but we're waiting all the same.