Danger awaits

Danger is waiting,

like a hidden foe on

a battlefield of mist,

lurking in the shadows,

hiding where we choose

not to look and see.


And now is so peaceful,

even if trouble appears as

a tiny crack on the iceberg of

our finer diplomatic selves.


Danger awaits!

yet we see it not,

not as it is,

not as it will be,

not before it’s

too damn late.