No I am not despairing despondent of low mood
nor socially anxious reclusive painfully shy
neither fearful of open spaces heights depths
nor phobic of germs bridges dogs air travel cars.
I am not suspicious of black cats sidewalk cracks ladders
obsessed with terrorism crime violence evildoers
nor disdainful of capitalism consumerism modern culture.
I’ve simply become very fond of my pajamas
my bed and its pillows and blankets my mug
of hot tea the blue sofa the quiet lamp the
stories playing on the small bright screen
and the heavy purple curtains pulled shut
around the early long dark winter night.
