I wake peacefully in an orderly room.
Yet, here, in the dazzling new light
Myriads of dark voices speak from the night
Of sirens, terror, and trouble
Obliterated rooms in cities of rubble
I throw off the cover and move fluidly to my feet
Hearing pained whispers of those incomplete
With missing limbs, children, and necessary things
My face wet with water while the desktop dings
Then, I choose my breakfast from a chilled collection
While feeble voices moan for help and protection
It is there I digest the message, You are not quite safe
Perched here, precariously, on the edge of fate
This poem is not about fear, it is about awareness of the troubles millions experience on this planet right now, and about how easy it is to be oblivious to, and surprised by, the imminence of change.