moments

My Wednesday afternoon podiatrist visit,
the slam poet my old high school teachers have been posting all over their facebook pages,
the walk home at five thirty. I thank God for the breeze on my shoulders.


I can feel my fear as I cross the park, when I pass the lone man sitting in his car, sitting in the corner, staring in his rear-view mirror. Each time I stop, and get angry at myself. There is no reason to give in to this fear of the other. He is human. If he kills me in that secluded park then at least I will not have diminished him to a crime profile on some crappy late-night crime show. He is just a man sitting in a park. In his car. Eating his snack. Wearing a hi-vis vest and taking a moment. I still walk swiftly.