at the end of the hallway
centered in the soul of the house
wondering how long it will last;
crouched down
with knees drawn in
tight and secure arms
wrap around holding;
we anticipate the flash of light
shuddering
then trembling when it arrives
too scared to think the worst…
too frightened to be pre-occupied;
helpless and vulnerable
pitiful creatures we are,
wearing our fears
like a cloak of dark velvet
easily shed
once self-imposed wills
release our fears.
June 28, 1984
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