If I met a stranger on
a train I’d run like hell if
he said much. I’ve watched
Hitchcock and sci-fi. No 
driving at 150 mph. No sky
diving. No space exploration
for me. Life is scary enough,
criss-cross hijacked work
and all the unexpected. 

Weaving in I see you, great 
golden-eyed feline protector
growling fierce and low,
my champion love and 
savior all in one. Weaving out
I see the darkened rest. Warp 
and weft deny each other, 
refuse to catch. There’s 
calliope music in the distance 
and people flip knives on 
the dock while boys are 
bought and sold.  

No, if I met a stranger on a 
train I’d run all right. It’s not
the right answer 
(being afraid)
but I’d run anyway. I’ve seen 
few lions in the city.  I cannot 
know the God-mind, father-
mind, free-will, big picture and 
find my way safe in the blind. 
And If I may say, how then can
I trust you?