The storm has ended and death steps back

Into the waters once more. All our troubles

Are behind us once and for all.

The moon looks down in single glory.

The apocalyptic view of the world

Supposes things do not repeat themselves.

But they do. And they do. And they do.

The sky clouds up. A new storm comes on.

Apocalyptic thinking presumes

All this has never happened before

And will never happen again. I know,

As the moon beams down on the photo-plankton,

All this will never happen again, too.

Wisdom is cold and to that extent stupid.