Cabin Fever

I have never been afraid of snow,
Not the first of the season nor the last.

Not even the storm.

Maybe our preoccupation with weather,
as Allison suggests, is really a diversionary tactic.

Maybe it’s a hug that holds off,
keeps the wolf from the door,

the secrets safe.

Maybe our winter fear is really cabin fever,
A claustrophobia

born of memories that crowd us.

 

written after reading Allison Adair’s “What We Should Really Be Afraid Of”

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