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.