The Inevitable

The sun has an occasional fit
They say
Spewing violence in flares
Speeding toward earth
Playing mischief with electrical systems
And communications
Plunging civilization into darkness
Unable to call help.

Such expulsions confuse GPS readings
Causing one to not know
Where on earth he is.

Unseen by the human eye
This danger hides
In the familiar
Lurking among the benign.

On the poles it excites the Auroras
Beautiful
From a distance
Perilous at close range.

These solar storms are to be taken
Seriously.
They represent disruption
At best
Death
At worst.

Woe to the planet
When the inevitable arrives.

I understand fully
The message
The danger
The risk
Of flares.

I’m married.