Inside the house the last dog of winteris barking, and goblets of darkness collectas the day turns down.Blink and the light may extinguish,for power is uncertain.In our area, workers at work—the telephone reports.No time of completion.No estimate of whenthe old orderwill be restored.I dream I had made my escapewhile all around me the earth was shaking.I wake to find the earth is shakingall around me. The building makesone last, great exhale.This is the great disasterno one predictedbut everyone knewwas coming. The way the wifeyou thought you lovedis suddenly not [End Page 65]
ian randall wilson has published two chapbooks and the collection Ruthless Heaven. His fiction and poetry have appeared in The Gettysburg Review and Alaska Quarterly Review. He has an MFA in fiction and poetry from Warren Wilson College. By day, he is an executive at Sony Pictures.