g o o d m o o d h u n t

All day long, I battle shifting moods,

each of a different shape and hue.

They drift away,

fade into shadows, lost and gone.

Their paths are unclear.

I try to hold them, hands shaking, old.

I whisper, “Behave yourselves now!”

They ignore me, caught up in a lack of respect

from the back of my mind.

It's not a good place to be.

Pretty houses write books.

The bad guys are partying with booze and smokes.

I need to disconnect once more.

I must disengage and take everything apart.

It's time to separate what's valuable from the rest.

That's what I'm here for,

it's my responsibility.

Nobody else will do this for me.

This is inner work.

I select perfect tones,

sprucing them up on the round table.

Each one's equal, reflecting,

companions bound, sharing secrets,

learning from each other.

Finally, I reach inner peace at dawn.

Withdrawn from the world,

content,

finding solace in the struggle within.