the doldrums

coming in like a tidal wave over the knoll
they do not ask if the time is right to tear up your life into
miniscule pieces
(broken like a pane of glass slamming down on cement, having fallen from a few stories up)---
instead they visit when you think life has finally brought you
peace---
they infest, like termites burrowed in a once thought
old & comfy house,
they sear like burn wounds &
they stick around for what seems like an
eon---
yet,
like with everything,
there is a way to turn the tables,
a way to spit on these dark times,
a way to thump these storms with a 2 x 4
until they are dead in the water.

laugh when they come,
laugh in spite of them &
laugh even louder
when they leave---
better to surf the wave than to drown in it.