Gosh, we consciously connect again!

Have you heard of the doomsday clock? It's what got me writing this poem. Both a symbolic and literal midnight. What do we do in the last seconds?

It's so easy to feel helpless. My empathy indeed HURT this week .. thinking became FEELING into blackness and the hurt I describe was genuine.

Here in Australia there was not only news of war but terrible flooding, which is still happening. The thought of Ukrainians in basements and Australians on rooftops was an incredible image to work with and I hope I conveyed that in my poem.

Desperate, sad times... There seems a lot of poetry this week as we feel through this mess.

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