Staring into the wood floor , straight through to the grain , connecting point of reference , the image of happiness , far removed from turmoil , a family under siege ! Concoct a scene from anywhere , summon my imagination , release it into overdrive , to the Moon , Mars , walk a dangerous mountain pass , sure footed , leading men into the unknown , from sun blistering snow capped mountain peaks to the surety of the valleys below ! Concentrate on a fixed position , ride out the storm ..Think about my grandmothers gentle hands , rubbing the back of a frightened youngster , assuring all would be well ! Filling my nose with dirt to divert my attentive anguish , scraping fingernails across my young legs , until they bled ..Hiding in the basement till the all clear was given , the beast having returned to the bedroom !