Hastings and Main

I had to check,
for there was doubt.

as always a little bit of insecurity.
what is secure on me,
those keys bouncing in the backpack
letting everyone know I am metallic?

the ipod in its protective sleeve
that is less than useful when no longer
on my possession?

the haircut, clothes, shoes, glasses,
the amass of what I claim as minor style
that otherwise can be ruffled and tossed
and thrown aside?

so to check,
I had to walk.

others would cringe. perhaps even
I would.

there was a thought of imminent danger
and also a thought of,
why am I so paranoid of others?

why am I lost in the battle between
wanting to help
and wanting to stay safe?

why is my safety valued in this little head
above that of our community?

a reincarnated savior I am not.
but in the attempt at being less than
one who talks the talk,
I literally walked the walk.