Without a Window Curtain
Hesitation…last cautious moment
before I commit to “Publish.”
I asses the risk of openness,
and costs of minor revelation.
There before me in my line of vision
is the familiar Apple icon
that brought on this apprehension.
It is the impetus for thinking,
that when brash, impulsive Adam
relinquished Eden…and anonymity,
more was lost than ever gained.
Then through an open window
I hear a J. S. Bach concerto
played by a nearby neighbor
who loves Bach as much as I.
It interrupts my spiral
of dismal introspection
and paranoiac wondering.
I listen to the order of the chords,
as Bach’s authority and balance
gradually restore my confidence
that authority and balance are achievable,
and that not to risk is to lose identity.