A sense of danger

 












We must warn you of the estuary

of its deep water and savage tides

there are perils here, abundantly

we are the guardians of the outside.

In informing you that there might be

the violence of a sudden squall

we are only doing our duty.

You could slip. The sky might fall.

Imagine your anxiety

trapped alone, in the dark, on the mud.

We must warn you of the estuary –

there might be a flash flood

a freak storm could wash you away.

Danger is only one step from beauty.