This year’s fears
So some of us are scared of airports;
The flatness of them,
The type of possibilities.
Smoky, dark tunnels,
Where there should be light,
Some of us fear forgetfulness;
Letting the rest of us down.
‘The rest of us’ fear night and day,
That nothing will ever be right again,
That ‘home’ and ‘safe’ are old words,
For other people.
And some of us are just scared;
That soon even fear will disappear,
That it is nearly over,Whatever it was.