fight or flight

 

well

that's the question

but maybe not

the only question

 

the fire is bright

and lively in the dim room

the wine is smooth and rich

outside in the darkness

the lake hurls her arms

full of water and stones

onto the shore

the stars are hidden

behind clouds

but they are still there

constant

 

in the morning

you can make me coffee

and i will hold you

as the sun rises over the waves

the dog will have her breakfast

we'll move through

the dance of our days

until they come for us

 

perhaps they are never coming

or they are always coming

bravery is in living

life in the open

in spite of fear

 

~Election night, 11/5/24 10 pm