Worry for the world behind a fence of hearts and hands and flowers

Fence of hearts and flowers: anomaly of soft protection
I worry for a world today
from a safe and soft and old position
behind a wire fence
barbed with hearts and hands
and hope and help
and flowers too remote
no match
wondering
what can I do
what can I give
beyond a morning scribble?
I know the feeling, sadly.
Yes, as we all come out to play, I see something lost in people going about their business. I don’t think we can do anything to help anyone right now but be active out there. We need to help others to be okay by simply being okay ourselves. It’s like we’ve all had a bad scolding by the universe.