April 25: Say When
We choose our fears, I’m convinced of that
Handpicked and curated
otherwise why do mine differ from yours?
And they roll on over us until we say when.
That’s enough, I’ll drink that much and no more.
The soul flings itself at petty matters
while real crises are otherwise hiding,
subsumed by the tyranny of the urgent.
The heart is a rickety cassette
fragile enough to get caught and eaten
by whirring spools on rewind or fast-forward.
The spirit longs to drown out the noise
let will turn to steel
and stare down the demons.