I Cannot

Tree, tree, house, tree, tree, on the opposite side of a wall.  The big growing things, and the solid, built thing, and none of it safe, nor certain.



There will be weather.



There will be cancer.



There will be news.



Sometimes all we have is our naked empathy.  We want more for our friends than we can give them.



I want to say I'm sorry.  I want to change the news.