In this moment I give up anger.

I may take it up again- maybe soon,

but not now.

The noise distracts

and my heart is too weak

to hold us both right now.

Maybe when there’s quiet,

maybe then.

When anger can be held

in trembling, strong hands.

Seen with kindness,

heard as data,

powerful- but not a danger.

Maybe then,

but not now.

~DGS