Survival of the fittest
Political temperatures dictate
Fight, flight, freeze
Been frozen for a few years
Chronologically too old for fight
Adrenal glands choose flight
Travel with jars of natural
Peanut butter and jelly
Crackers withstanding staleness
Jugs of water
Rolls of toilet paper for trips
Behind hedges
Baby wipes hygiene
Oh, why did I
Get rid of the travel trailer
Can I live on 4 wheels with 3 dogs
And a driver?

Icy dawn heading north
Wind whipping long hair
Through minute window cracks
Canine scent-sense tells me
When we pass salty or loamy aromas
The truck a speeding bullet
Of movement
Until yawning stars give way
To a cloudy dawn
Where have I gone?
Flying away to safety
Bicameral brain
Merely a strain
Logic says no safety in denial
Creativity says
Draw, write, sing SAFETY
Until it is real

The sky is falling
How do I make it right…?

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)



  1. Pace and anguish in this piece, Clarissa, you’ve evoked the tension very well. I’m glad that you still find time for the right side of the brain, and I’m wishing you the safety and the peace that you’re seeking. šŸ’š

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    1. Thank you Steve, safety and peace for all of us! Your comment never showed up on my phone app and I found it on my PC one. So sorry! I think I need to communicate with WordPress and see what is happening. I am afraid others have left comments that I’ve never seen. I may have to change my phone app šŸ˜¦

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      1. My pleasure, Clarissa. No problem about replies or comments, I’ve basically accepted that I don’t know what I’m doing these days: I’ve become a bit random.

        I only glance at stuff on my phone because the app did something incredibly stupid that I told them about (involving draft posts) and they did nothing as usual. Still worth contacting them though, I think. There are plenty of software companies that are worse than WordPress. Good luck. šŸ‘

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