the fear

you see the nannies
together with a gaggle
of children, small,
just walkable with
arched eyebrows and
open mouths surprised
at everything they see.
they are walking
in a tied line down
the street, linked together
for their own protection.
only able to go so
far left or right, unable
to stray from the pack
and explore what the world
holds strange
and  mysterious.
and you think as you
ride by, that this is
maybe where it starts.