All morning my hood was up
warming my head and muffling sound waves
coming from the radio,
and my cocoon was pleasant
while I thought of horses wearing blinders—
those beautiful and powerful
animals without a choice.
And without moving my head
I tried to look left and then right
but I could only see what was before me,
and I was okay with that because
I could pull it down whenever I wanted
and because I wasn’t going anywhere just yet,
and I could drink my coffee just fine
and take my time eating my buttery toast—
but when Islamaphobia was mentioned on NPR
I pinched off my hood into a narrow little slit
open only to my eyes and thought about
what it meant to respect a culture? a religion?
a viewpoint? which insists that women live caged
beneath the cloth— made to believe
it has something to do with their own good.
And I felt grateful for the good sense
and the freedom to disagree.