Am I a poet?
It’s not necessarily safe in the world as we know it. This is not a lonely, or paranoaic point of view. It is a shared reality when guards are posted in front of theaters to frisk us.
View from the window with sun glare. (c) Tamara Beck
Cropped Photo © Tamara Beck
(c) Tamara Beck: April Tulips
I do have a sense of security, however, in the familiar surroundings of my home. I feel safe with my friends, my neighbors. My husband makes me feel secure, like he is on the look-out for those dangers that might be out there.
Security is a hard-won feeling and it is lovely to know that he will protect.
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