An Aphorism for the Angry









Foul moods are intolerable!  
I am caught in mine.  
It has seized my breath, 
and twisted my belly
till I cried ‘Uncle’.  
I cried off.  
I’ve hunkered down 
in the middle of meanness… 
a snarl, a shrug,.
 a whimper, 
Panic’s been in my breath these plenty years, 
and of course there is a whole lot of lostness 
inside the front, the fortress of ‘I am’:  
I am a man.  
I am a writer, 
a sometimes thinker, 
a mind.  
I am a healer, 
and a father, 
and a son.  
I am that which breathes, 
and shares the breath with all.  
I am indomitable, surrendered to the One.