Survival of the fittest
Political temperatures dictate
Fight, flight, freeze
Been frozen for a few years
Chronologically too old for fight
Adrenal glands choose flight
Travel with jars of natural
Peanut butter and jelly
Crackers withstanding staleness
Jugs of water
Rolls of toilet paper for trips
Behind hedges
Baby wipes hygiene
Oh, why did I
Get rid of the travel trailer
Can I live on 4 wheels with 3 dogs
And a driver?
Icy dawn heading north
Wind whipping long hair
Through minute window cracks
Canine scent-sense tells me
When we pass salty or loamy aromas
The truck a speeding bullet
Of movement
Until yawning stars give way
To a cloudy dawn
Where have I gone?
Flying away to safety
Bicameral brain
Merely a strain
Logic says no safety in denial
Creativity says
Draw, write, sing SAFETY
Until it is real
The sky is falling
How do I make it right…?
© 2018, Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
What wonderful experiences you have shown us in this piece! I can easily imagine being there, seeing, smelling, living at large with such a sense of freedom. Is it art imitating life or life imitating art? They are so closely entwined sometimes that it can feel like living in a piece of art. 🙂 Thank you for sharing this with us.
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