1:42 p.m. How do I write about all the things that are going through my head and heart right now? No sooner do I get a handle on one emotion than another is crowding the first one out.

I know. TMI. But I feel like that’s something we’re all experiencing pretty much all the time.

Last night I’m taking pictures of my daughter for prom and got a notification that shots had been fired at the White House Correspondents Dinner.

I ignored it.

I mean, this headline that once would have filled me with absolute horror meant absolutely nothing to me. I just didn’t care.

Seriously…what the hell? How can I not care about something like that? Even in the middle of one of my life’s most bittersweet moments.

I don’t think I’m wrong, and I really don’t think I’m alone.

Thus, today’s poem.

Out of the Fray
by Michelle Garren-Flye

Far away gunfire doesn't shake
the world in my neck of the woods.
I'm too busy here trying to make
life last in the local neighborhoods.

The headline that once would shatter
a delicate moment of family glee
now doesn't seem that much to matter;
no, no it's difference at all to me.

I feel this change in my bones
but I will continue to forge ahead.
The world's quandaries and unknowns 
can no longer fill me with dread.

This is my corner and where I will stay.
Just leave me out of the rest of the fray.

1:58 p.m. It’ll need to be edited a bit before publication, but that’s what I have for now.