Fight or Flight
Today, fear leads me through a portal to that alternate universe where all of those murdered schoolchildren are still alive and raising their hands and they live to be very old and that portal never had to open. Today’s fear screams in boldface. Smoke cloaks one end of the country. On the other, brown water rises to cover the outstretched arms of those who could think to. We wait for the inevitable here. Today in fear I spend grieving for the person I was before fear. I look upward. The sky stares blankly. The clouds are speechless. Now I hide my face with my hands and go back to bed. Today, relief. A white bowl, blueberries, a sour bite of morning. I wield my pen for thanksgiving, exoneration, understanding, All of these are holy.
Flight of the dragonfly 