The skies are gray with humanity,
powerful, frightening, a storm beyond the natural course of our lives.
In the comfort of home,
some homes, ours, yours, we haven’t direct connections with theirs …
Wait just a minute though,
seconds really, that’s all it takes today to look at the pain of a lost soul,
dragging their body, bodies, families through the rubble of
Whose responsible for the chaos,
the insidious nature of need, something defined outside the comfort of my home.
I will watch the news today like a natural reality show,
one that will actually receive ratings, sad to imagine.
We’re talking about ‘big moments’ now,
‘making a statement’
yet in the end, the end of the day, the end of a life, lives, neighborhoods,
children, women, fathers, mothers, co-workers, neighbors, lives.
In the shallow recall of international turmoil,
the comfort of my home seems callous.