Geography

 

You see, you read, you hear and you

experience then you synthesize and the

result is your very own lesson on the

intersection of history and geography

at any given time leaving you with

the realization of so many histories

and so many geographies and you know

the repetitious nature of it all and you

sigh, or you fail to and instead shrug.

You see an infant held in its mother's

arms, an adorable child with large and

luminous eyes into which can be read

its future in years of adapting to being

and thriving and becoming, its destiny

assured. You see an infant held in its

mother's anxious arms, the child with

large, vacant eyes in which there is no

future for it has already lived its destiny.

That child has reached what will become

of it in reflection of where it was born

and what it has too soon suffered.