Why do you yell?
Why do you rant and rave?
Your cause of concern
will pop like a bubble in time,
a soon passing thing,
like any thing,
like all things-
this too shall pass,
this too shall pass,
this too shall pass.
Justice is inexact.
Your hunger for it
will not be quenched,
your rage exacts no answers
except leveled facts and futures.
Happiness is a choice,
as is self-combustion
and collateral damage.
And breathing
long slow breaths.
The screaming satisifes
until the voice cracks
and the larynx croaks
and you are left
frog and the fool.
The sun moves idly
from horizon to horizon
indifferent to the spent day
and the approaching night-
seeing all, it speaks:
all comes around again
and again
and again.
Say “I don’t need histrionics.”
“Idiocy is a law of human dynamics.”
“Patience unto peace.”
When the hammer strikes the thumb,
we count
and count
and count
until the pulsing pain
is tolerable.
Suffer the insults
deep within,
those human failings and faults
by counting into tolerance within,
where the voice is held quiet,
and the mind goes afar
and rides over the day
on the steadfast sun.