I’d rather be cautious

But to miss a bit of art

I don’t know

She was at the ocean

And saw a crag

And called a boy

She didn’t know very well

To lower himself into it

To capture a photo

And it was a beautiful picture

His eyes, the same ocean blue

And his frail form, so weak

A vulnerability spoke loud

And it was great art

But my mind, oh it raced

That same mind of mine

That won’t let my children

Sleep with necklaces

Or worries that the light switch

Is too close to the shower

Or catastrophizes

That every sky is falling

That same mind of mine

Would never, could never

Ask that boy to enter that crag

Cause, what if a wave

And what if a shift

And what if a way in

Can’t insure a way out

I just can’t sign my name

To that kind of art

And I wonder

If that’s ok