comfort

Our inner Calvinism

Terror of our daily life

And everything is just fine

It is raining outside

we cover ourselves with blankets

In our comfort zones

We are watching TV program

Our inner Calvinism

That’s not necessarily something religious
It's just a name we use, a code  
For some kind of inner infirmity

For a vague sensation 
Of some unfathomable design:

Like a snake attacking a mouse

With a sudden, unforeseen movement

But everything is just fine, really

We say to ourselves

We are in our homes
Stable and secure

Watching TV program

It’s raining outside

While pouring our tea

-a barely perceptible thing-

Our hands are shaking

With fear