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Instinctually we choose to respond
as the heart might certain suggest,
though perhaps a practicality
draws upon a decisive measure.
We search the source,
find the accuracy in a stat,
insist upon certain prior
knowledge, presumably …
Yet there is also emotion
that piece of reality sometimes
forgotten, overshadowed,
set aside as a possibility.
All avenues seem accessible,
accurate, accountable, adoring,
always the human condition
presents as a family heirloom.
In every capacity of our lives
we are given license to know,
to react, to express
a need to seek relevance.
Today when we glance outside,
the world looks easy,
trees reacting to the breeze,
traffic always purposeful.
The cars on the street modern,
roads meant to civilize
a way of life
seems impenatrable.
Yet the violence is out there,
on everyone’s mind,
we are thinking about
somewhere beyond this.
Could be right next door,
I used to live in a flat
accessible to my entire world
within a block of my purpose.
Likely miles away and beyond
the reach of our compassion,
though we are told, we know,
we cannot escape the reality.
it is in the lines, the sort of
choices we make to care about,
show compassion, or that fear,
recognize risk reflects humanity
When we do choose to cross,
seems everyone is or is not …
walk inside my sordid lot,
perhaps your gain is my loss.
photograph – Wikipedia
