this is my home

this is my home,

dry and warm, there is no water

running along the floorboards,

I am not perched on a table

helplessly watching water stream by,

watching the levels rise knowing I have 

no where to go, no way to get anywhere,

that I am here amidst millions

isolated in our own homes

without a boat.

My sisters and brothers are huddled

in their waterlogged homes, holding children

and dogs, a warm blanket, waiting and 

watching,

and I am here in my cozy home watching

Game of Thrones,

I can only be aware of the

unfairness of the world.

I can only hope they find

relief,

and soon.