My boot pushes through the tall grasses on the way to the
chicken coop
I keep a watchful eye for snakes and wonder
Why is it that I never see a snake when I’m looking for one?
We cannot always be so alert – it would be exhausting,
distracting, wasteful
I stick my fingers through the deer-proofing wire barrier to
the coop
Highly aware of the spider webs I am touching
I very nearly step on the thinnest end
Of a thick, egg-eating rat snake
How? How could I not be expecting this
When I was that very moment thinking about it?
The things I fear in life are like a snake in the coop
I'm going to run across them
But fear won’t prepare me
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