so the little dog would not leave the room,

too scared to pass the great green monster of suction —

she cowers behind it, even though it is unplugged and silent….

terror is like that…

in truth the mechanical demon has never actually harmed her –

although it has inhaled the remnants of some chewings and tatterings of toys…

but fear uses fodder like that —

it is usually far more about the imagination than the actualization –

it is about possibility not reality……

but mostly it is about trust….

do you trust this present moment?

this one,

right now?