You can cling to survive.

Today, as I parked my car and went to open the other door,

a small scared friend scrabbled out of the door handle’s well.

Traveling the super-highways of life,

or just I-95

we sometimes cling to survive.

Traveling scared, 

we are unaware that we still might need saving.

Gently I cup the frightened one,

the panic increases – a jump away, a jump onto my chest, a jump back into the well –

and into my hand again, heart thumping –

I place the tiny frog onto a leaf in the garden.

Being safe and getting saved,

is often a terrifying ordeal.