Tempo
Tempo
She can feel her tempo, slowing down
the rhythms of her rage, decreasing
the medicinal deliverer distributes throughout..
her anxiety, like her cause, is ceasing.
That which comes on like an unexpected storm
and feels as comfortable as an old friend
has a poisonous bite, like a venomous snake
and urges her to fight, and defend
The poison spreads out to anyone around
Those she touches with mouth or with eyes
She squirms beneath the suffocating grip
But can’t escape no matter how hard she tries
She can feel her tempo, slowing down
the rhythms of her rage, decreasing
the medicinal deliverer distributes throughout..
her anxiety, like her cause, is ceasing.
Beki Herrbach
