Panic

Impatient, irritable
For so long

Count to five
Do it again
Unclench the jaw
Soften the face

Wait

Let your shoulders
Drop
Breathe

This is not a crisis
This is not a crisis

Time only passes
When you notice
Otherwise you just get
Old

So wait here
Here in the smoke and soft rain

You can remember this moment
Soft streetlamp shrouded in
Trees

Back to our bedroom
What were those five things I saw?
Back to Kaelyn’s porch
What were those four things I heard?

Back to your laugh
Windows down, downhill on Walnut
What were those three things I felt?
Back to the rain
Soaking wet on bicycles
What were those two things I smelled?

Back to the honeymoon suite
How did it taste?

Don’t worry
They are catalogued,
Just waiting

Don’t worry
Don’t worry