This right to be vexed?
Are they sourced in these irritations that challenge
my (snotty and ridiculous) sensibilities?
These children, these demands, these challenges,
circumstances, inconveniences, or others’ bad behavior
Are not the cause of my reactionary ugliness.
Just the me’s to blame.
But thrillingly, that doesn’t have to be the end of the story.
In a signature moment of said angst and growing irritation
– just another day together during life and learning –
An unexpected choice was made.
A lightening bolt epiphany supernaturally
(how else would I have chosen well?)
Suggested I laugh instead.
Laugh instead of explode, fume, brood, resent, chafe,
I could just laugh out loud at that dark power that was
ready to steal our joy and erect more walls.
So I did.
I laughed out loud
At all this wretched humanness.
And then they did.
And our communal laughter
Tsunamied over all the filth and
Diffused all that impossible tension and
Revealed a clean place.
A brighter place.
A start-over place.
And the tone and the magic and the potential of an entire day
In its mind blowing everything-changing way
Prodigiously entered the room and
Effortlessly swept away the (now) silly-small vice.
In its wake an entire room’s climate and
all the relationships in proximity to it
Were enabled to shift and turn to a better way.
All ’cause in a solitary moment
One soul turned to the light
Instead of bowing to the dark.
The ripple effect
Enabled us upright and
Drew us together
In light and in love.