one good thing

Trouble like a lead blanket
is smothering me
I can't think
can't fight, can't run
can't even make a move
my insides are churning
like an underwater Houdini
but I am not a professional
I have no tricks
Sitting in front of that screen
has cratered my brain
The endless datastream
of bad news
has turned my world to rot
All I'm asking for
is one good thing
I've become lean and wizen
in my search for it
I've turned to isolation, insulation
from the noise
from the angry crowds,
the tear gas and dead bodies
Sitting in this quiet place
is a salve
being here with you
is a healing balm
and everything is right
The world can fall apart,
the clouds can rain down fire
for all I care
I will watch from my easy chair.