That Day

I first became an adult
At 27
When a dog I knew died
And everyone around me lost their jobs
And I started panicking about death

That’s when the veil was snatched away
And I really started to think
And thinking led to sadness
And eating
And pouring poison on my brain
With my phone

So one day
Fed up with it all
I woke up early
Got in my car
And drove to the sea

I parked my car
Walked along the pier
To the edge of Australia
And there stood a lighthouse

Blinding white under the sun
I took out my phone
My previous poison
And took a photo

And I felt good
Really good
Because on that day
That precious, pure day
I’d conquered sadness
If only for a day