Fireworks
We first learn to enjoy our fear watching fireworks.
The pleasure later indulged with zombies and suspense starts off innocent, the desire to see the sky shine greater than the fear of light and sound.
By rights, we ought to run; it is like lightning, or the explosion of bombs in wartime. Our hearts race, in an elemental response to the danger they perceive.
Yet we stay, snug against family or friends, learning to join in the communal sighs and gasps,
not abandoning the fear, but holding on to it,
using it to power or delight, not flight.
The pleasure later indulged with zombies and suspense starts off innocent, the desire to see the sky shine greater than the fear of light and sound.
By rights, we ought to run; it is like lightning, or the explosion of bombs in wartime. Our hearts race, in an elemental response to the danger they perceive.
Yet we stay, snug against family or friends, learning to join in the communal sighs and gasps,
not abandoning the fear, but holding on to it,
using it to power or delight, not flight.