Hi, Jules. I did very much know I was courting serious risk by mowing after dark. I had my father’s voice in the back of my head, and the voice of good sense in my ear telling me I was maybe pushing my luck, and that certainly it wasn’t the smartest thing in the world to be shoving around a four-wheeled mechanic whirling-blade after full dark.
The louder voice kept telling me I was nearly finished. Just a few more rows.
I don’t think you’re missing the gun at all. I appreciate the concern a great deal. And you’re very right. I need to heed the voices preaching safety, no matter how quietly they preach it. Poetry demands attention, and that’s really all it demands. Courting risk is an occasionally welcome but by no means essential ingredient.