I sit inside my igloo 
and peer out at the cold 
world that surrounds me. 
Nearby, I see a stranger 
struggling through the density 
of the raging blizzard. 
Should I leave the safe confounds 
of my igloo in an attempt 
to rescue the helpless nomad? 
What if I too become lost 
in the blinding snow? 
Could we both survive in 
the impending world 
encircling our persons? 
I close my eyes and 
am in deep thought. 
Now I open them and see 
the stranger no more. 
It seems as though the blizzard 
has engulfed the mystery traveller. 
So I lay and ponder. 
Perhaps I could never have saved 
the rambling soul, 
though I cannot shake the feeling 
that I could have done something. 
Instead I chose the protected 
confounds of my igloo and because of this, 
will never truly know the consequence 
of my action. 
A feeling so inert and alarming.