Teach us to smile and

be still to always

have an answer, oh lord and

not give up, like the poem said

to care and not to care,

to be silent and still.

not looking at

unrepentant chaos eating
itself tangling the hours.

Teach us to sit and think

not skid off the dirty

 wings of time as we

go forward into

the future.

She eats ground

with the sharp teeth of her

heels,

stomping out the strident

fanfare of her

displeasure..

at some point all the floors

are raw and bleeding

the anger threadbare and

of unremembered origin.