I feel out of sorts,

turned the news off today,

easy from the comfort I have,

in Ukraine they can’t turn of sirens or explosions or bombs,

can’t turn of fear, or horror, or disbelief,

did you sleep last night I ask an unknown soul?

I didn’t, not really, tossing and turning,

weird dreams,

I feel out of sorts,

I scroll through Facebook,

friends and running and swimming,

taking on challenges,

my challenge is to get out of bed,

I have….

but I still feel out of sorts…

checking my emails,

a couple of not so polite demands,

should I delete them (?)

the automatic reply is set,

I am out of sorts,

is this what the desert is like,,

emptying, stripping, revealing,

I am out of sorts,

maybe today that is simply my prayer,

in a world that seems out of sorts….