Outside In

Outside the confines of our homes The world just barrels by. Events from news reports Are far away and don’t apply. We watch them from our bubbles, Witness sorrow and despair. The sadness fills the screen But we are here and that is there. Unless, of course, we’re visiting Or living in the place Where destruction, death and anguish Have descended, face to face. Only then are we reminded That, though victims may be reeling, Not a soul who isn’t in it Can imagine what they’re feeling.