The Danger is

by Hilary Jupp

I can’t hear them coming up behind me
whether a vehicle or bicycle without a bell.
If I tried to turn or look over my shoulder
I’d tumble to tarmac or cobble so
I keep going yard by yard until
I can side-step out of the way,
let them pass. The danger is
they may not wait for the slow
progress of my walking stick
on our narrow no pavement ways.
At times I think there’s a vehicle behind me
but when I stop, side-step and slowly,
slowly turn, the street is quiet and bare.
Sometimes I’m confused by
a mountainous motorbike bearing down
on me, its impatient roar thundering
through our old stone ways.
The danger is I could stay at home.