The first steps away from fear
More fear to light.
If I cease to comb the fur of my anxieties,
What fleas will overrun my life?
Peace is a great thing in my brain,
But my body at midnight knows different.
The pit roils,
My belly is not convinced.
Fear cannot be hammered out of your way.
Instead, you might try this.
Hold a three-way conversation with
Spirit, fear, and self.
Drink decaf latte at Starbucks,
“What purpose do you hold, fearsome?
What are you here to teach?”
You may know the answer already,
Or it may be startling to see
That the purpose of fear is not survival,
Like river slowed endlessly by swamp until it finds
The eternal expansion of ocean,
An explosion of brine.