Anxiety presses
against my chest
like Jack Lalanne
on a cinderblock
balancing on his fingertip
crushing all the air from my lungs
but
being the yogi
i am supposed to be
i breathe into
the very tops
until
i
pass
out
to dream
of surfing
with Fabio
driving in
a red Caprice
to
the ocean
where all
is well
if not exactly
calm.
The ocean
should always strike fear or respect.
emotion just rhymes with it
and only has power
if indulged.
Walter Kitty's Diary 
I think the only time I ever felt anxiety on this scale was the day my Dad passed away…lovely piece Walter, I particularly liked the idea that emotion only has power if indulged, that’s very true… 🙂
It is a slippery slope to indulge but I can understand the loss of a parent throwing me overboard. That’s when a nice whiskey will come in handy. 🙂
Great rhythmic quality that, yes, just rolls over me in waves. And I love the balance/contrast between the dark twinges of the anxiety and the funny referential stuff that keeps it from plunging any too far into the ocean of fear!
Thank you. I’ve had to learn to understand where my anxiety comes from and how to breathe, dream and laugh through the worst of it. Breathing with awareness usually helps. And hey, nothing like an odd dream of Fabio to make one laugh.
LOL…Fabio. Laughter helps me get through anxiety as well. I enjoyed this piece and hope your anxiety is cured.
I’m just grateful that my humor follows me into my dreams. And thank you, yes the anxiety was fleeting. It took many years to learn how to care for it but now I know what to do and so does Fabio.