I gaze at the tv screen:
hurricanes, flooding, wildfires,
earthquakes, collapsing buildings,
people crying, digging through rubble,
picking through destroyed homes.
I step out onto a West Coast beach:
sand and blue sky, the eternal waves,
ebbing and flowing for forever,
wrapping protective arms
around the village.
Why is it that
the second scene
is the one that seems
for Shay's prompt at Fireblossom Friday: to look at life through a distorted lens. I wrote a first one, but it was too dark, so I flipped the perspective.