I find myself unafraid of the new

Unexpected discontinuity wows me 

Peculiarly

Unafraid 

Even when disoriented

Or overwhelmed with whirl and rush

Oddness feels full with pregnant hoping

New traditions stretch me

Words in languages I don’t know play in my mouth

I take chances well

Trust my fellow leapers to help me weave the air we navigate with streams of laughter

Tears of delight

Flights of tentative joy

No. It is the old petty hatreds

So small and terrified

That frighten me

Just like the old boogie monsters of my childhood

Exactly like them

I intend to consign these imposters of

Hate

To the scattered ash heap 

Yesterday 

Has no power

I don’t give away

Today