It’s palpable, the anxiety I feel wash over me at times,

Fifty years on, I still can’t always manage it, easily,

Stirs up inside me, fills up inside, in spite of myself,

Mental exercise not enough,

Mantras mas positive not enough,

Prayer on repeat, repeating prayer over and over, quietly filling the air,

Weird, anxiety, all my life, mostly,

My life spooled up, anxious, strangely uncertain,

Scribbling and listing and mulling in the early hours, late too, anytime could be,

Be it so, fills me up with all the thoughts,

Palpable.