Let’s talk, fear logistics
You shadow creature
lurking just past
the point the light touches,
Making molehills and
pebbles appear like
mountains and peaks —
Disproportionate to the
reality of this moment,
most magnified as day
becomes night and night
becomes day—shadows
stretching in size in the moment of transition.
But in the day those
shadows slink away
revealing that the
dark monster of fear
was nothing greater
than mere sand.