Monday Poetry Something or Other

Something from the vault.

phobia

after much food and drink
I take a walk in the night
while Baby does the dishes
I turn down a dark street
I am not
frightened by the dark street we are in
Platanes, Crete
and the most dangerous thing
I can think of
is the uncertain sidewalk

a motorcycle takes the corner
heads intentionally for me
at the last second veers
and speeds away
there isn’t any laughter

back at our hotel prepared
with my motorcycle story
I find my husband on the floor
keep your shoes on he says I dropped a wine bottle
there are shards in every corner
of the room this is his fear
right now he is frightened by bits of glass

when flying with my husband I figure
one of us should not be afraid as the plane dips
I take his damp hand and smile

I am frightened sometimes by herds of animals
because of the way they all move at once
one thought becomes all thought
all thought becomes sudden

I am not frightened by cherry blossoms
although they are just as sudden
and of one mind

but I’ve never
had to jump out of their way
and when they drop on stone floors
it is merely fragrant snow