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.