resist the urge
to  toss
everything from the shelves

I work myself
in a frenzy
and cry out
to the dark clouds
demanding the eye of the storm
to hover over me
to provide clarity

a brief moment 

where the wind is still
where the earth pauses
where the rain drops stop falling
and I stand
at the center
of everything
and nothing
to regain consciousness
and shelve
my passing rage
between worlds
bound in fiction
resting comfortably
in a sunlit room.