i am wound
so tightly
the normal
calm waters
of the lake
froth with
white caps

it could be
the wind
but there is
something to this
palpable feeling
of straddling
the edge

chaotically
virulent today
sitting alone
at my spot
of calm
yet feeling
catastrophic

it’s all
in your head,
he mutters
ignoring the
cracks racing
all across
the sky

i don’t
want to
explode
there just doesn’t
seem to be
much of
a choice