Images
among
images
thousands
of fleeting
video
vision
the networks
use to instill
us with horror,
fear,
anger,
sorrow
and hate.
I am
possessed
by one
of a young child
at an anonymous
candle vigil
looking toward his
mother,
her smiling,
he leaning
to cradle
his head
in the soothing
arc of her neck
and shoulder
and
of
the children
unnamed
uncounted
who have
lost
their
soothing
arc
of flesh
of smile
of soul.
THE MIND ATTIC 