Everyday Danger

We walk battlefields every day

We go out into the cross-fires of aching perils

We pile on our heavy armor, our talismans

Praying we have a chance to deflect what might pierce us
Praying that like an action-movie hero,

we can somehow run through the enemy fire

between the raindrops

and come out spotless

Whether we like it or not,
Every one of us is armed
And not one of us is invincible

And we look around and see the fallen

And we see:

Danger is not a switch,

But a sliding scale

And the choice is to fear or to move,

To hide, or to breathe

For me, it depends on the day.