They say it’s coming, that it’s on its way.
Yet they keep laughing, as if it’s a game to play.
Will we really feel it? Will it really happen?
Does it mean anything to anyone? Doesn’t it even matter?
I just can’t comprehend the joy in something of disaster.
And if it happens, will they still be laughing after?
It frightens me to think it’s possible that it could really be.
And if it really does take place, I wonder what will happen to me.
Please, people, pray that it won’t. That it’s just a mistake.
I don’t want to see it. I’m scared of an earthquake.

12-3-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire