Particles of disquiet,

stirred by frustration,

boredom, disappointment,

collide, storm

into the chaos

of restlessness.

I reach to grab them

like a cat trying

to capture shadows,

not trusting, not opening,

just frantic, scattered,

searching, striving,

stuck.

 

But wait…

what if,

with magic words

gratitude, patience,

awareness, acceptance,

I could turn

those particles

into radiant glitter,

freeing myself

from what might have been

a very bad day.