I am safe. I am here! I’ve survived the shooting,bombing, hurricane, flood of numbers streaming
across a screen in Silicon Valley where some kidcodes We are safe. All’s well, we buzz from our train
seats, offices, stalls; the bills all canceled, the olddebts wiped clean. I shall go gently into that good
night on a Tuesday in spring surrounded by booksand those I love, a smile bright as silver spread
across my face. I am safe—what’s dangerous iselsewhere!, breathing down someone else’s neck,
a bat hovering over the baby in the bassinet.We must love ourselves where we lie! I am safe
on the coast, in a church, hung out to dry.I am safe in the field, salt-parched, gut-drunk,
overdue to call home. I am safe, my loved one,my sweet, dear…