It’s hard to put into words,
the sudden news
of accidents,
which lead to
an uncovering
of hidden illnesses.

My grandfather
is in the hospital
after a fall.
They found some masses.

Like an Magic 8 Ball,
“outlook not so good”

And it all aches.
Because the world didn’t stop.

I tried to slow it down,
but the earth kept spinning round
and gravity kept holding me down.

Time shrugged and went on its way,
like “well, what else would you want me to say?”