Smoke wafted across a city horizon,
this was anywhere you decided to glance
a balmy November morning,
no different than the day before.
Except today we wonder
we are curious within the scope of an hour
if our world will turn upside
Or will that remain the accentuated day
far away from everything we love.
(even if at the end of the day we still do love …)
Do we still have opportunity to simply observe,
or has Evil crossed paths
with every illustrated region of our lives.
Have we suddenly become part of the greater scheme,
that world interacts, interlaces with everyone’s pain,
not just the local loss,
in fact a living, breathing, loving society –
likens the term,
wishes allowed we could dream of