Insensibility

We can’t see. We can’t feel. We can’t sense. We can’t grasp. We can’t understand. We can’t embrace.

“Insensibility.”

yet,

It’s a beautiful summer morning.

What are we missing? what are we losing?

Many questions come across

yet,

It’s a beautiful summer morning.

Laying down

With the warmness of the grass on my back

I look at the skies

daydreaming about what are to happen,

A date with my girlfriend, a delicious dinner my family will eat together,

maybe sleep all day with the coolness of the air of the air conditioning machine,

perhaps a few sips of coffee with my best friends from church,

yet,

It’s global warming.