Suddenly …!

Suddenly when brushing my teeth
walking the dog,
bending down
to pick up trash,
it hits me
all over again,
“He’s! … the President!”

It sneaks up on me sometimes
when dozing,
or gazing
lazily
out the window,
buttering toast,
tying laces,
“He’s! … the President!”

At moments of stillness
warmth & some
supposed secure
sweet sweet happiness,
I’ll be jolted right back,
like on a bunjee-cord
kinda …

pulled right back
to that awful,
truly awful
realization,
“Good God!
He’s! … the President!”