Poetry
how lucky we are
to be able to avert our eyes from a doom that is not coming for us
how lucky we are
to draw breaths from fresh air,
to meet the gazes of loved ones fully
knowing we will cross paths again
to smile without second-guessing,
to love and feel it as wholeheartedly
as we feel relative safety, and say,
“Thank God we are not them.”
how lucky we are
to only witness atrocities on the news,
to be able to avert our eyes from a doom
that is not coming for us
(at least not today)
to feel the pain of the world
(mostly)
from the comfort of our living rooms,
to feel safe in spite of the discomfort
to be able to disconnect,
to turn off every screen
using buttons within arms reach
to sleep so soundly
(knowing we will wake tomorrow)
to know our nightmares end,
and that when we open our eyes,
we will be greeted by oxygen
and sunlight again
how lucky we are
to be as lucky as we are
and that, again,
“Thank God we are not them.”
