Ducking

A Poem

Ducking

Hatred clings like tar, baby.
Plagues stirred within hearts. 
Contagious and caught, 
Too easy to trigger 
                          A flare up. 

Brains rewired in each angry bout. 
Charged texts of rage, cuss n’spitted, 
Madness gone airborne. Nasty 
Reaction, needy for tender responses. 

Feel better?
Heat receding? After spewing 
It all out on the line— 
Curses reshape, “Ducking” slips in 

Where fury is aimed to land. 
How that fever climbs again. 
But. what. if. we all.
Agree. here and now. 

Just-fully let it slide—
like water beading.
Space that offers no hold,
No grip, for hate, nor resentment. 

And really, 
there’s no creature more joyous
Than the waddling duck, except
For those who know 

How to out-swim their anger, 
How to wiggle off hate. 
Both glide through murky waters, leaving kind 
peaceful ripples behind them. So. 

When the urge arises, 
To "ducking" unleash your pain,
Please,

Remember the duck.