panic attack

i didn’t ask for this heavy wool coat on a summer day
yet here i am wearing it again

and no matter how i warp and buckle
contort arms and roil shoulders
the more it clings with the seeming ferocity of spite

it is like those early days
when the struggle to first tie the laces of my shoes
would bring me to the point of tears

panic attack

wisp

the child was afraid of the wind
the breath of sky
swooping
swirling around him

a breath mightier than his
seeking the air in his lungs
to make his its own

he wants to scream
but keeps his mouth closed
even when a spring breeze
sneaks through the screen door

. . . . .

the child has grown into a man
afraid of the wind of others
their flurry of words
swooping
swirling around him

he keeps his mouth closed

wisp