Fear resides in temptation.
In repeated feelings dug into veins
That you did not recognize
At the first wide turn,
So you turned your head sideways
To the life you thought you knew:
Families tip-toeing around houses
In respect for the other, for the cold-
Stricken child, for the father
At dawn, eyes departed,
Legs at rest until routine kicks
Him in once more.
We know nothing as it used to be
Until it returns. Yet all is now—
Like feathers in my down pillow
Weaning me in, slowly.