Fear lurks about in shoddy garments
The apparel of shifty looks and snide remarks
And though I am no stranger in that domain
Today I would feign ignorance of dread
I have opened my eyes to a new day
This page is virgin territory
For thoughts pressed in the leaves of this book
Are rising. Are in a funny mood.
A slow crawl. A little jig. Open arms
I sense a smile, unbidden, spring,
about my face
What nonsense is this? A mutiny?