Of Fences

He's aware of the yard he lives in -- aware of the fences that define his constant existence He feels his life is missing from the world outside those fences -- He's very afraid of what lies beyond them, feels very safe, having such a perimeter contain his life -- and yet, just yet, when roaring lightning cracks storms into his skies, all he can think of, all he's impelled towards, from the very deep in-side- out of his soul is to panic & bolt, cause himself even bodily harm just to find a way out, find a way to dig free, to leave those fences behind -- to run amuck, un- entrapped, seeking freedom from fear in the very places that he sees as offering no safety, no familiarity Then, when he calms down, when he's done with his run, the sole object burning in his primitive mind is to seek again the warmth and comfort of familiarity and safety, and he returns to his yard, settles back down within his fences, and pretends to himself that he'll never -- No, he'll never do that scary thing ever again and then, as if to prove it to himself, to convince himself he really means it this time he enters into the house yarded by those fences and goes to sleep, goes unconscious, and dreams of freedom inside the walls of the house inside the yard, in the center of the fences that circumscribe his world