You ought to have reasons for your feelings.
You cannot have a cold despair come
and sit in your heart just like that.
Not in the middle of a sunny day.
Not without a reason. Have a pill
If you will.
See a shrink.
I was sad the other day. Just sad.
For once, sad was the apt word.
It closed with the airtight click of a tupperware lid.
Language sufficed, and that almost cheered me up.
But a friend said, "Don't despair."
He could see clearer than me
the weekly forecast to the weather in my heart.
A poet suggested I keep myself at arms length.
It became hard to navigate crowded streets
and subway stations. My arm is long
and it slams across the faces of multitudes.
I now sit with the sadness,
the despair and the arm reddened with the slam
of faces passing by. Myself sits close by,
for fall has arrived
and a sudden chill makes you want to huddle
with whoever's closest.