Alphabet Jitters

I’m shaking with cold this windy morning…
Or jittering from lack of sleep.
The sun is hiding behind east mountain.
The door grinds as I let the dog out.
I’m too far tired to yawn.
Pacing will make the floor creak
And wake the others up.
I feel like pacing and chanting:
Anchorage, Boise, Cincinnati, Denver,
Evanston, Ft. Collins, G…G…what
City begins with G…?
Don and Carolyn got their mission call yesterday:
Detroit, Michigan.
Our papers go in next week.
I would not want to get Detroit.
I would not want China, Africa, the Philippines…
Oh, Lord, I will go where I am called,
But I am nervous and fearful.
You have said, “Be not fearful, but believing.”
I reach for faith, but it sidesteps.
How did it get so slippery?
The day are not bad…busy times with
Housework, apples to dry, family;
But at night the fears float like cobwebs,
Silent and wispy to wrap around my head.
I rub my eyes and scrub at my face.
I feel like pacing and chanting…
But I’m stuck on G.

© Caroline

Comments
  1. bluebee says:

    “But at night the fears float like cobwebs, Silent and wispy to wrap around my head” – a perfect and beautifully sinister image

  2. Karla says:

    I haven’t seen this poem before. I really like it. It’s funny to think of how fearful our parents are and must have been the whole time they were raising us but they never let it show. They made it up as they went along, just like we are now doing.

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