What are you afraid of?

The question on the table is:

What are you afraid of? Make a list:

indoor mice

open spiral staircases

stink bugs quietly lurking on my collar

the seconds between lightening and thunder

the moment between the joke and the laugh -- when anything can happen including ruin, catastrophe, the end of your life as you know it

needles

windows with no locks

the second and third rung of the ladder

the single man in the coffee shop who looks at me for permission to sit at my table

words on paper and wordless papers

pinning down a moment with words and then never being able to visit that moment again and feel the creation in it

going home again

never going home again

the first picture I took of myself after crying all night

diving into a list of things I am afraid of -- getting lost in it and spending days looking for fear in ordinary things.