At a glance this view through the glass is perfection
Dew gracing the tips of the leaves and sunlight dappling the ground
My home is something of a bubble
Fragile and poppable at a moments notice but also surrounding it being my only visible reality
Outside my window, though I don’t see it, chaos rolls like waves in a storm
Wars between peoples that have been raging but new wood have been thrown in the fire
Our only orders are to stay home though that’s the last thing I want to do
There are too many causes for this rebel
The news brings more scenes to the back of mymind
but all I can see is comfort
What a privilege to be able to rest for a moment even amongst so many wrongs
This mix of opposites spins my head
Heavy on my heart the people lost
The fear seeps in from unseen but present demons
A clutch of keys, a raise of a fist, another funeral
Little reminders of the current reality
Even though we are all human with beautiful intersection some people need a reminder
One we did not think we would need to make
It’s just a scarf. a rainbow, a religion, a mask
Why choose hate when love is an option
I see all of these things through my little peephole
This little space some don’t have the luxury to have
I will leave mine and embrace the discomfort
This generation will do things differently
Joining the fight is the only option because staying back is part of the problem
My bubble gone but never forgotten
