All of my adults are driving today

Transitions

Feel still to me like fragile spaces
(where anything can happen)

I run 

Getting the phone call
A knock at my door 

Scenarios

And wonder if 
I’ll survive
Another
One

I clamp down fear 
And
Turn to You 
And
Try/Cry for peace

I call for angels to keep watch 
And
Everyone 
In their lanes
And 
Deer in the ditches
And 
Drivers awake

Till you all

Come Home
Get Home
Are Home

With 
Me