Whacked Do you wonder what will happen when the big whack, selected just for you, hits backside your head out of the blue as if the gods, bored with their Olympian tasks, for fun rolled the dice and you lose? The scenery around you will slip back to a bleaker time as leaves fallen and matted in mud can't fly away for being weighted down by snow. Your plans and put-offs, your heaven-blessed hopes like chaff or ashes are carried away out of substance by forces you can't understand. What will become of your face of worldly love that your lover kissed, that your children loved that made you believe in yourself? And patience, like cool spring nights in Canada before the geese return and the wheatfields of Manitoba still sleep, is it a stranger in your life of ambition? There is much you will have to betray, backs will often be turned. And you will hear behind you the fading sounds of life lived loudly and after your head stops hurting listen for the song that can be.