Peeking through the blinds,
squinting eyes against the light,
furtive glance at the outside
verging on actualized paranoia.
Sometimes we just want
an extra layer between us
and the world.
Sometimes the chemical cushion
does not suffice.
We are too tied in to everything,
that escape seems impossible
and interactions are rarely offered
on our own terms.
No realm of fantasy exists
deep enough to lose ourselves,
so that the light of the world cannot reach us.
No ocean vast enough
to separate us from
a gnawing, anxious world;
that seeks to commoditize us
and monetize us,
and lobotomize us.
We do not have crystal castles
to escape to.
People talk about bubble wrapping the world,
and they laugh, like it’s a dumb idea,
but I think they might be on to something.
Sometimes, the world could use
a little extra insulation,
a layer that deadens sounds
and lessens impacts.
Maybe then, we might
take greater care with our interactions,
after spending a little time
separated from the harsh noises,
sharp edges
and rough surfaces.
Something that allows us
to burn brightly,
without burning others.
Most days,
I love the loud crash and wail
of our world.
I love the flash fires,
the friction,
the conflict,
the explosion
and the consummate resolution,
but some days,
I would give a lot
for a little insulation.
HG – 2016
