[image credit: surREAL_by_twistedhero-my favorite kind of art]
picture prompt from Real Toads : explore "surreal is the real" in a poem
Traveler looks out on a world of beauty:
blue skies, rain forests and ocean waves
live within her mind.
She passes a car wreck, and sees
the everyday heroes
assisting the victims, rushing to save their lives,
for life is precious.
She walks Third Avenue, the beat of the forlorn,
the ragged, the broken, the addicted,
and sees how a smile transforms the faces
of the hopeless,
the simple acknowledgement of shared humanity
rekindling their hopes for another day,
each life so precious.
When the news clamors of discord and unrest,
when the sound bytes of planetary suffering
and injustice assault her eyes and ears,
she turns it off, goes outside and
raises her eyes to the sky, to the clouds,
to the All That Is,
for she knows well, by now,
that the world of our perception
is the world of our reality,
and life is precious.