A SEA OF SAMENESS AND SAFETY

 

A place of safety, guarded regularly walking in big black boots with a Star of David on his chest, back and forth in army boots, quickly scanty-eyed with several video screens viewing vastness, cameras containing film, fun films at the theater shown to confuse to control to comprehend the uncomprehending, one fire door and only one exit, staying home to watch TV instead.

Roofs made of thick wood rain not coming down in torrents, snow lifted and melted not freezing my cold hands.

Shingles one over the other of a sickly green color, surrounding a chimney that blows out smoke but not ashes, clean air clean water, heated homes and full crowded dinner tables always filled with cooked and served food.

Warm clothing, fur hats that tie under the chin, windy gusts not blowing through, ears covered while walking dogs that jump into a cold lake splashing water and breaking ice.

Legs continually pounding on a wet sand on a shoreline stretching the muscles keeping in shape.

A daily routine of the obvious, in a safe place while safely marching with the team that is winning, an army that always wins, warriors that do not need to fight.