What is anger
when it is laid bare
of issue, topic,
and emotional posture?
If anger truly existed
before appearances
as if in one’s infancy
as an inherent means,
before its capacity
to manifest as behavior
or substantiate as an outcome,
what then would it be?
How can it be
that without topic,
I don’t know anger,
though I have felt it
many times before now?
Would it be a way
to handle feelings
that are closer or more intense
to some hidden source within?
What it is that comes to mind,
is that already presupposed?
Is it self-secretly wrapped
in some unconscious stream
that I have quasi sensed
but not truly known
or somehow emotionally knew
but not how to approach it
in any mindful way?
What is this thing
that snaps and fires off
somewhere deep inside?
Is it at some other levels
of sub or unconscious webbing?
And with anger’s retrieval,
is it though unnoticed
in obvious ways,
because our days are yet filled
with common sense, logistics,
and chatter?
Is it that subtle anger tugs
but does not announce?
Is it that anger is tethered to
but not identified?
Is it in the hard wire
that some hidden chords
are strung tighter?
Is it that anger steals
the fire of within
compressed towards explosions,
then launched in reality
as dismay, muffled but hurled
in a displacement of our flow?
And that this explosion
maybe in response to something
that may appear
to be almost nothing
directly worth the response?
Is this a nothing
that is really indefensible
or unjustifiable to others?
What is what we call anger
so smartly dressed in issues
but so vaguely
claiming a place of origin
it would call home . . .
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