We think we're safe now.
What a delusion.
Stop expecting safety.
Those seductive moments when you think
"At last I'm safe"
will tie you fast to the unbending mast.
Regard instead the steam that rises
as you pour boiling water
into the squat green teapot
in early morning.
Illuminated by rays
of just-risen sun that struggle through
the unwashed (sorry!) glass door,
the steam's swirls are gossamer spirals
that shift and curl from the pot
like friendly spirits come for a morning chat.
And thus should our lives be:
As fluid and uncatchable as wisps of steam.
"Safe" stops the flow.