Seasons of Anxiety

anxiety is a silent scream

that starts in the head

and falls to the floor

where it’s picked up

by feet that patter

and arms that flutter

and a stomach that churns

on and on

it goes

it moves

it builds

it sows

great fields

that will never be harvested

anxiety is in the seasons

but beyond them

in the ground

but apart from it

it’s thick

hanging heavy

in the air

like dew drops

of a frosty morning

look outside

and see it

stay inside

and feel it

just don’t try

to rid yourself

of the sticky substance

like molasses

so alluring

the slow slide

of sweet, sweet quicksand