I needed to write about how I have felt since the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Here, in America, we are so fortunate. Yet, my heart goes out to those who suffer.

In Times of War

The sun,
this strange, still morning,
otherworldly sky,
it does shine
through fog,
clouds high
above the trees
above into the mountains
far to the east.

Shining,
recalling black-and-white films,
against a stark and empty
village square,
cobbled streets ascending
through narrow alleyways.

The sun,
all that's left
to give one hope,
as eyes squint,
raised to sky
in search of bombs.