Why do I resist?

For years you’ve allowed me to be woken up

Perhaps it’s even you who shakes the bed?

Sit up straight

Open and read

Each and every time

A bright encounter

Yet my fear prefers to toss and turn

A boat tossed at sea

Afraid to board the dinghy

When in reality I’m tied to the dock

One small step and I’m on dry land.

Howard Hain   Sept. 23  2018