Someplace Warm

I’m like everyone else.

I just want to be warm.

I want to feel my heart 

in relation to others.

I want a full belly.

I want to be cozy at night.

Not much to ask, you say.

Love from my daughter is

my lifeline to humanity.

I worry about the rest of them,

like all the poets.

Like all the poets, I don’t know how

to help them except with words.

Seeing is believing.

You need eyes for that, 

eyes that are open to the world.

But people are afraid of clarity,

seek comfort in the cocoon of conformity,

in the promises of false gods.

(i.e. hamburger helper).

They say, when you die: “Go towards the light!”

We live in the light.

We could go towards it now, instead of shying away.

The truth is everywhere apparent and available.

Then, many times we have no choice but to see.

It may not be warm and fuzzy, but ignoring it

leaves us out in the cold.