This is only a test.
Sympathetic system sympathetic to triggers of silence.
Flight in the fleeting face of fear,
Fighting for control of the bus careening down the road in your driverless kid fears.
Legs come up short.


Go to your happy place.
Dappled green sunlight on palm-sized leaves,
Crunch underneath moss and barking trees.
Breathe in deep the damp gravel and wormy dirt.
No cows or demons of doubt can harm you here.

You are safe.

You are secure.

You are loved and not forgotten after all this time.
This only a test.