Wary Lyric
I live in wariness,
which is no place.
It is an atmosphere,
a mental space.
*
Courtesy suggests I
ought to give an image
to sharpen what I mean.
A coyote on a ridge:
*It watches, listens, sniffs.
Only hunger makes it vicious.
Otherwise, it lives by wariness,
is naturally suspicious
*
and alone, even in company.
Me, too, to some degree.
I live in wariness, a type
of fear. That's me.
Copyright 2008 Hans Ostrom
