Not long ago, it was

Evident that the world was going to end

The Mayan calendar, an abrupt, tantalising stop at

December 21, 2012 causing widespread panic

Among those running around like headless chickens

Looking for salvation

And meaning

And interpretation

And substance

And places to hide

The Milky Way plotting revenge

In a straight line

I was on a flight from Washington to Detroit

The plane hit an air pocket so deep

It could have held all the wealth in the world

I could feel my stomach descending

And settling unsteadily

In mid air

Swerving with every lurch

My Martini, shaken and very much stirred

People screamed, holding hands and

Prayed to whoever you pray to

In moments like this

While I read my copy of Vogue

Remarkable colors of Fall

And vibrant sexy nails I could use

To rake down your gorgeous, young, strong back

And you would end up thanking me for it

As I marked you for my own

Personal use