I hear that you're mad

Another poem from learning boundaries with someone in an angry tantrum

I hear that you're mad
and I'd like to help,
but first I must
protect myself.

When you can speak with respect
and not raging demands,
I'll be ready to try
to understand

what you are needing
to feel more safe.
Till then, I am needing
to have more space.

a newt we found in the pasture one day (you can also see a lot of bits of coal: this is West Virginia)