Like Others

In the end,
I was like others.
A person.

Sometimes embarrassed,
sometimes afraid.

When “Fire!” was shouted,
some ran toward it,
some away—

I neck-deep among them.

     (by Jane Hirshfield)

(very cold, snowy, icy day.  Daily ex. update, morning dog walk only 0.5 miles, pm tm 4.6 miles.  Tomorrow's weather will be no better)