I sit in the corner of my own small space

Pontificating the nature of my existence

In relation to the rest of the world

And consider myself to be of good fortune

Knowing that I feel safe

As although there is some political uncertainty in my country

The price of petrol fluctuates

And the price of food seems to be going up

But I do not live in a place where an earthquake has recently torn

My city apart

Nor do I live in a war zone where all the buildings around me have been

Bombed to rubble and I have to live in a city of tents

Fighting for food and water

Neither do I live in a war- torn country that is

Trying to defend itself from a neighbouring aggressor

Who is determined to take over parts of my country

 

No, my small corner is relatively quiet

I have beautiful countryside close by where I can walk in solitude

This my quiet corner

Where I can exist

Where I can rest

Free from anxiety and concern

About where the next meal is coming from

Or will my children be safe

Will there be medicine and hospitals

 

No this is my small quiet corner

Where I can pull up my drawbridge and say goodnight

To the world and all its troubles

Except

Except I can’t because

I hear and I see and I read about the world and its troubles

And it saddens me

Because everyone should have their very own

Quiet corner where they can for at least a while

Say go away this my very own quiet corner of my very own

Spot

My piece of peace

So is it too much to ask

The same for everybody else