April 25: Say When

by allisonkujiraoka

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.