JUST AS SCARED AS YOU
Foot slipped into the saddle
shoe
corrective brace
laced tight
when the movement was felt
inside
she was out of control
and she knew
panic
hysteria
seizure
fright
The Silent Power
appeared from thin air
calming her
quieting
holding her there
untying
removing
the threat
once through
so gently removed the intruder and said
“Honey,
look
it’s but a poor cricket
and he’s just as scared as you.”
(In Memory of my Father)
~Gerean Pflug
NOTE: Because of a bone abnormality I wore leg braces and corrective shoes through my childhood. I also had a phobia relating to insects. Happily my legs turned out just fine and as the years pass, I have made peace with The Insect Spirits. Every year on the evening of November 5th, my earthly birthday, I spend time reading my past writings and either write or choose a piece to publish in memory of my beloved father. This poem reflects an actual memory of one of many occurrences in which my father came to my rescue and influenced the reinstatement of my peace of mind. He’s since ceased to resist the changing of form and passed on to the “Nother Places,” but I continue to connect with him daily through precious memory.
Cricket Sounds
THE ANIMAL SPIRITS 