I Fear Change

When the world moves at I clip I have not planned

I will eventually trip.

I will demand time to take in what it has been throwing at my tortoise life.

I am very demanding.

I will flip through the stockpile of fears that have been adding up since you put me on your rocket ship.

And you’ll surprise me again.

You plop down next to me and carefully examine each one

Listen

Reassure

Discuss

But never beg me into calmness

I’ll sit there, weathering my storm until I ask you to wrap your arms around me;

Feel how secure you are

While I wait for my storm to blow out.