CALM

The shelf decides it won't stay up,

The books thud down to the carpet,

The glass bookend's really shattered;

It will not trouble me a bit.

I trip over in a café,

My food and drink go everywhere,

And then I slip on my spillage,

But I'll be too mellow to care.

I'm in a shop full of people,

It dawns on me I'm not dressed yet,

Shoppers and shop staff think I'm nuts;

You won't catch me getting upset.

I won't stress out, I won't explode,

I'll have no sticky, sweaty palm,

I'll be as cool as mint ice cubes;

After I've learnt how to be calm.

Around 2003