poem? what is the question?

So unintended.

Carefully placed somewhere and then forgotten.

Do you remember how you used to do this?

We all did.

We had the same impulses, to protect.

That something needed protection, safety.

As if

the world

our neighborhood

our block

our house

our bedrooms

Were unsafe.

A false alarm, sounded out of habit.

There are secrets that can be found out.

They whisper in the breeze that rustles the trees’ leaves.

They are up for interpretation.

Here are your questions and mine.

The answers are attached.

They shift and sway.

Life is a moving force.