A child sleeps at a window
carelessly watching the orange sun
smoke enters his room
carried by the wind
for many miles.
Why do the worse things
travel such horrible distances
with the grandest ease?
Yet the beauty
of the stars
will never pierce the child�s
eyes.
The beauty of the warm ocean air
running over his soft flesh
shall never be felt.
Why do the pleasures
stay away from us?
making us go to them,
while horrors come to us?
Let�s wait and wonder, why?