I Am Safe Here - A Hard New Poem To Write

The Matchbook | 1.2.26

Don’t we all forget that peace is a privilege? Don’t we lose sight of the immense value that the silence around us might hold? Aren’t we lucky, most of us here in this still struggling country? Aren’t we still lucky?

A single line gave birth to this new The Never Was poem, I think it’s somehow #248 in the series, and the rest of it came so swiftly after.

I wrote this one at 3:25pm on a random Thursday afternoon in November when I couldn’t stop thinking about the immense weight of that silence, of the smell of Autumn, of the sound of children’s laughter outside the window.

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