As the pain recedes;
       The marks remain,
       fresh on my flesh,
       forever.

The broken limb missed my uncle’s rose trellis
landed not far from his turquoise bungalow

two feet from a Plymouth Valiant
flush atop his domestic

rabbit cage.  Four rabbits
crushed, another

greasy-eyed,  still
alive—uncle popped

its head against a bur
oak, the sixth

limped out in
concentric circles

far away, never
looked back.

Gin scented July junipers
The steely blue high sky
Beneath the ground I crumble on
White limestone calcified

The lake is lapping memories
In splashes that retrace
The tears I've shed for those now free
Who float above this place

My father's face a shadow shade
Receded by the sun
Been gone so long that I'm afraid
I'll forget where I'm from

My mother's less invisible
More tangible and clear
The hilly curvature I mull
Her smile, the atmosphere

The UV soaks through my old bones
A puff of wind on cheek
Like hugs and kisses, take me home
And play on stop, repeat

In figure eights and circles
My imagination bends
In winding mind play till I'm full
Of seeing them again

Written by Sara Fielder © July 2014

You may think
''Maybe I should do something''
You still don't do it
You may think
''It's not fair''
You still don't help
You may think
''Poor person''
You still don't say hello
You may think many things,
but it doesn't matter,
if you never act.

One of the problems in the world today,
is indifference,
It's like we make small problems of luxury into worldproblems,
just to forget about the real big ones that are right in front of us,
it's too painful to think about.
Closing our eyes to the real problems doesn't make them go away,
doesn't make them any less real
and doesn't make them any less fatal for those they affect.

Care.
Take action.
It matters.
It makes a difference.