Strange how I’ve accustomed
the word ‘Placidity’ to me.
After many years of casting aside
I now draw it on like a glove.
I arrange it like a ballcap.
I make my bed with it
And plump up its wishes
To lay my head upon
I used it to tame the creature in my closet
Encircling my bed with a moat of shame
I then tethered a wolf of fear
Quite near its darkened entrance.
There for life’s tutoring to creep past.
And now I sleep calmer
With a wide-open mind.
Strange how I’ve accustomed
the word ‘placidity’ to me.