Horizon

The burden weighing on
My stooped shoulders,
Manages me, measures
My responses to the global
Crises culled from Earth’s
Corners, canned in these
Processed clips my eyes
Scan each morning on
The screen from which I get
My daily dose of the world’s
Dearth and drama, reduced
To digestible portions so that
Once consumed we can all
Go quietly about the rest of
Our better business. The
Truth is, that while the
Suffering of billions of
Souls surrounds our own
Sheltered solitude, we stand
So often rooted in our own
Righteous indignation,
Incensed at the injustice,
Yet unable to respond in
Any more active of manner.
Realizing my limited scope
Of vision, bordering perhaps
On the xenophobic, though
Unintentionally, I crave
For my own part, a more solid
Meal, seeking to see through
The eyes of a host of others
Outside my usual universe
To acquire a more perfect
Understanding of this
Life and how to live it.

-Dakin 8/7/09