Ninety Minutes In

Ninety minutes into
a prairie, a desert,
an ocean.
Found
in the middle of each:
safety, a breach
in the routine protocols
of fear.  Out there,
it’s one fear all at once,
one fear of losing
oneself in such space —
such a relief from
daily death by small
cuts.

I can’t climb
so I stay away from mountains,
can’t fly
so I stay away from sky —

but I can plod
and I can drift
so I go ninety minutes
into a prairie, a desert,
a sea

and bask in One Fear
until all others
are lost, burned,
or drowned.