Brialee Turner

The view of the mountains is sliced

with my blinds, slender white dividers of 

the earthy juttings and the dark clouds in my field of 

sight and I think about how my world view

is now categorized in a different way, 

that pain is pain, 

and that violence is creeping closer

and closer to what I defined as safety.

For the people on this whirling planet

are complex, a mirror for my ocean of 

thoughtsandemotionsandideasandbeliefs

and I wonder what will change now that

there are blinds on my window 

of life?