The question: do we have a variance
in attitude that’s gender-based? Do brains
of males more likely sense the broad expanse
of forest, while the women see the lanes
of trees, and note the shapes of leaves and seeds?
It could be so, I’m thinking in this poem:
the nurturing of human offspring needs
attention to the details in the home.

The female urge for safety isn’t fear;
it comes of blinkered eyesight. That’s the cause
and knowing so, I’ll look around and take
my vision where some mystery may clear.
I’d rather buck than buckle to old laws.
I’ll focus out, and see what I can make.