habits

old habits die hard,
despite where you are or how much time has passed, they creep up on you with a different masked face.
sometimes they defeat you, gobble you up whole,
or they become your most loyal friend, holding your hand in the waiting line-
at times they are a faithful lover, giving you what you need.

frequenting nijiya market to get that baumkuchen on sale,
walking on the street, being present near strangers and cars can be a burden,
writing poetry in my head,
going in circles, picking it up, putting it down,
repeat that ten times,


writing things down surprisingly turns the table,
instead of keeping things in circles, it distorts the shape,
rhythm and well, it calms me down.

staying in a depressed state can be a long haul for most people,
and staying in a funk can leave you out of tune.
a few words a day
is a remedy for now