Are we trained,
constrained, defined by
the safe room ordered
for our petty lives?

There is comfort here
and no loud banging on the
door that leads to other places
that defy order and where chaos has
to be shaped by our own urgent selves.

Do you want to live in this
comfort zone away from all
harm, where the steel door
resists possibility and there
is certainty in our lives?

There is fear here for sure,
but also promise, as the door opens
on to the brave new world
and the wind blows and the dust forms,
and nothing is certain and nothing is safe,
but then the whole world is
wide and open, unresolved, and you look at it
with dismay and you wonder
like a child playing helplessly with
a simple toy in the dirt outside.

 

19/3/2025