From Writing Notebook 2021, published in 2022.
When It Came
I was eating lunch in a hurry
I had just been married
I was driving a tractor in a field.
I was planning to buy some fabric
a flat of pansies an ironing board
a wrench a box of toothpicks.
I was telling my third lie of the day.
I had woken up with a hangover.
I was singing an aria with the radio.
I had just
Hit a tee shot straight down the fairway
Dialed the next name on my client list
Fluffed the fringe on the pillow case
Broken an egg into the bowl
I was
laughing gossiping
sneezing joking
sighing humming
not afraid at all
we were all the same
back there on the planet
all of us and then our
stems snapped
yanked plucked harvested
a clean sharp cut
a ragged tear
however it happened
it was abrupt
it was done
and
now we are
here and now
which is where?
and when?
4/20/21
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
When it comes, I hope it is that fast, and where and when indeed.
Yes, me too. I’m hoping for no warning and a quick trip to somewhere good, or else, maybe a little rest before I go into my next life? Depending on how things work???
Yes, sounds good. 😊
This is a very moving and stirring poem. I hope when the end comes that it is indeed a “clean sharp cut”.
Yes, me too, having seen various versions and this is the best way, I think. And to expand it, I also think it’s the easiest way for me to deal with any change. No long drawn out thing, just go right into it and put my energy into the change, instead of the anticipation. And, there is something to be said about going right up to the last in the way you have been following, no diminishment or decrepitude.
This touched my mind and now all I can think about is the final cut.
I’ve always been fascinated by the moment when a change occurs, when regular old life suddenly or abruptly shifts.