When I’m driving,
The things I see in my peripheral vision frighten me.
More than anything I see square on,
Or right in front of my face.
These are the bugaboos that catch me off guard.
Seem to come out of nowhere,
And startle me.
My heart races.
Sweat gathers on my brow.
On some level I’m always on the lookout.
My eyes scan the edges.
I take quick sideways glances.
Then I squeeze the steering wheel,
And take a deep breath.
I exhale the fear out of my body,
And focus on the road ahead.