On unstable days, the atmosphere
bears down, humid and oppressive, pressing
tightly in, constricting breath and movement,
scrambling thoughts, intensifying moods
gloomy and depressing, building up
tensions and minor irritations until
anxiety renders me dysfunctional,
and I can neither focus on a task,
nor sit still with my constant jitters.
It happens often enough that it can’t be
mere coincidence, and yet I don’t
know what to call effect and cause, whether
emotions take a barometric turn,
or the same gods’ grip shakes and strangles both.
T. Allen Culpepper