rage

Rage will not help

Rage never does help

leave the house, in rage

Go to the bank, at least the power of the purse may be some comfort.

Withdraw a sum of money from the machine, maybe enough cash for the rest of the month.

Walk over the little park by the church, the one that held the Christmas market before the pandemic struck.

Enter the park, and take the steep way up out of the valley.

Through the trees, the park has many springtime couples wandering about in it, families with children.

And at the top of the valley, there is the green lawn, people are out at their picnics. 

Sit down on a bench and read

In an hour, the rage has subsided

The sunlight, the birds making their noises, the young children being their usual clumsy selves.

The rage has gone some, and things around about give pleasure.

again