Small red tin
contents are shoved
in alive
secured by chords
and held immobile.
Shooting out
into the night
we dance in shade
and surprise the moon
between tree breaks.
Her face is held steady
a benevolent glow
descending unto her children
dancing in shadow
grappling in the darkness.
There comes a vision
an impact unavoidable
knees buckling into chin
bones cracking
and screaming metal.
Muted voices inside
alarm tingling through nerves
blood racing through veins
like electric currents
seizing muscles lose control.
I gaze into her eyes for help
and feel peace
she holds me to her until I calm
assuring me that the vision
was only an illusion.