Flutter

Indecision flutters, moth like
against windowpanes
of change,
seeking the warm beacon
of security
while misunderstanding
the danger of exposure
in the shadows—
elixir to those who prey.

Hope lights upon fixture,
held aloft upon the usual,
needing firmament
disguised as texture—
recognizable and safe
from unknown fears
beyond the glass pane
inviting with relish
unknowing disaster.