by Doreen Hamilton

Sounds of sirens….panic….intrusion
The invasion about to happen.

We protect ourselves and yet
There is danger all around.

Every moment can explode and
Change the next with violence.

The alarm warns but if it is too late
And the intrusion has happened,

How then do we pick up the thread
Of the moments of our lives linked together
Before as beautiful spun lace but
Now is shattered and tattered,
Torn and burned into oblivion

How do we find the thread
That was once everything
But this.