On the Other Side of the Glass

We have no idea how things are. Over there. On the other side. We're not what they are. Don't know what they know. Doubt it's worth knowing. Just a mosquito hawk. Just an insect. Plastered to a sliding glass door. Trying to hold on as the wind rises and the storm approaches. We're safe. We're superior. Why should we care? And what would we do if we did?

3 September 2017
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia
granitecoast.ca