Anger

Moments when I am hunted
     by the beast Anger,
I look over my shoulder gasping
     at the patterns of his hide.
Some nights I have been walking
     among streetlights hanging
     vegetable from the trees.
I turn and see the dark shape
     walking beside me.

So much more now,
     so much clearer,
the thought creeps into the
     glow of the lamp - he
is not subject to reason.
     It will give him words.

I try to comfort myself with that,
still hurrying from circle to circle
of light and radial shadows.
     It's not always so.

Some nights I stand drenched at the edge of the woods watching fireflies in a field mimicking outer space spinning myths in half-light.