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

cause.

 

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,

‘presidential posturing’

‘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.