Are there wolves at my door?
Surely, it is possible.
I needn’t get myself lost in the contemplation of these unknowns though.
If they come, if they growl and stand teeth bared, then it is so. It will be just that.
In the meantime, I go on, brush in hand, and create what and where the from inside my doors, the roar rises.
Nothing is here to catch me that is not here to open me up to the wonder.