Fear Is...
From the collection Tight Graffiti written 3/12/20
Fear is a belly thing
is an animal circling to sit
restless in its pursuit of perfection
this can be a record of that
a record of the bees in me
the hive in my heart is
a constant zed, oscillating
I am counseling the queen
to hush and be still
but her drones are madness made real
and her subtle dance is alarming
I can feel my socks on a day like this
their tightness is a nuisance
my toes want the freedom to curl
and to touch and to breathe
I want to breathe, too
I want to lay in bed, half-laughing
breathing in soft happy chuffs
cool air on my shoulders
a bird in her nest
that fine image buoys for a while
until the magpie mouths open
and I cannot unhear-
the sweet cream curdles
Croatoan
--I wrote this the day before the pandemic became alarmingly real for me, 3/13/20. I had never witnessed panic among the public, and the pulsing of confusion, fear and worry was building to a crescendo. I can feel in my poetry from this time that same urgency. I told myself then, be realistic and scientific and you'll get through.--
About the Creator
Sarah Snider
I am a great lover of poetry, magic, mystery and science. I am passionate about sharing what I know about herbs and herbal medicine.
She/Her
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