I sit in the stupor of the yard of darkness.
The only sound is the ticking of a six dollar Walmart clock.
My dog is snoring in her cage.
I get lost in the reflection of my mom’s chair in the glass.
Why is the dark beyond the reflection so intimidating?
Because it hides what is there?
Like everything else in life that I fear.
Running from the absence.
It is the same with eyes closed or open.
I am still, to old and tired to run.
I will open the patio door and suck in the still.
Walking to meet intimidation in ten dollar shoes.
sherrystruthtofiction 