You are.
Thank you
for going outside when the elderly man was
disoriented, calling "Help me! Someone help me!", during what was
for him a flashback to war days, enemy attack.
Your eyes were bright
and determined, smooth as foxes, you
stole to the door and swift opened
it in the darkness, at 3 in the morning, stealing low
steps toward the street. There could have been gunfire for all
we knew, cowering in the dark rooms of our warm waking, fearing
the door you opened to the outside, and the elderly man, maybe shot,
staggering from being lost without his youth to see how brave
he'd been.