March 31–April 6 ❘ Temporal Law
Temporal Law
My skin stings at icy spray
when traffic passes too closely
on cold winter mornings,
and I feel irritated.
My heart charges,
face flushes hot with blood
at a curled lip or barbed reply,
and I feel angry.
I feel fear or joy
at the smell of a child’s sweat,
whether during midnight fever
or daylight romp at the park.
Body and spirit fuse
like crayons melted together
under the sun, a whirl
of inextricable colors.
I fast to master restraint.
I eat to experience bitter.
I repent to understand
what is sweet.
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