In case the earth tilts too far on its axis.
In case the rainforest is all gone before I get to see it.
In case he doesn’t ask me to the dance.
In case he does.
In case my mother turns out to be right and I eventually have to get a 9 to 5 job.
In case Chernobyl is closer than we think.
In case the tanks in Tiananmen keep rolling.
In case the Wall doesn’t fall fast enough.
In case I don’t get tickets to the Depeche Mode concert.
In case more of our teachers go to space.
In case the Exxon Valdez isn’t the last.
In case I have to be in marching band again this year.
In case I run out of midnight blue mascara.
In case “it’s the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb that will bring us together.”
It’s good to know, they have our backs.
Nov. 23, 2013
One of 30 poems in 30 days