Charlotte

How many times, in your distress,
Did you find the words you wanted?
And with some success
Was able to express
The head winds of the coming storm. 

The vibrations of your heart
Were up.
Your eyes were in it.
Seasonal expressions gathered,
Genetic and prominent.

How many times you paced
Back and forth
In your head?
Frantic to find a light
For your fire, for your cigarettes,
For a way to reveal your rage.

Something kindred,
But of a different age--
Rage enough to burn it out.

It clings to you,
Impatient and agitated.
Your heat makes fog of wisdom.
You hold it tight
With friction,
Like a matchhead
Ready to ignite.