Precarity

 
Pleasure boats circumnavigate a man-made 
lake. At the edge of the frame, assorted 
scenes of ordinary life: ice candy vendor, 
mother pushing a sleeping child in a stroller. 
Flies circle a sticky puddle of melted sugar. 
Willow branches bend low enough to touch. You 
know the smell of rain and the flicker of heat
that occasionally precedes thunder. 

In the open, in plain 
sight, can be the best 
place to hide.