Today...

Today I am cross
Bereft of hope
Impatient and weary of others.
Today I am done with dogs underfoot
Things to be done
People to watch out for
Responses to offer up -
Expected responses, thoughtful responses.
Today I crawl into myself, retreating, though
My body stays with others and
I stay in the conversation
Barely.
Tonight I am still angry and as I give myself the gentle space
In which to be angry
I find that I am, above all things,
Sad.
And so I weep
Without knowing why, I weep.
And that is the kindness that this evening
I allow myself.
I am cross and I am unspeakably kind
Tonight.