All The Small Things

It is easy to be cruel.
On the crosswalk.
In the car.
At the restaurant.
It is easy to lash out
at all the perceived inconveniences
infractions and impositions.
How dare the world impede
on our plans and routine.
Honking horns, flicking fingers,
shouting expletives is an easy way
to relieve the pressure of the
egregious interference
of other people.
But all this poison spitting
only serves to multiply
the already ingrained
and bubbling aggression
of our neutral state.
Only serves to propagate
the innate mode of attack
we enter when exiting our homes.
Only serves to further spread
negativity and suspicion
which eat at us and them,
acid slowly eroding our contentment.

The world is but a loose and flowing garment
and all the small things but motes of dust temporarily caught on the sleeve
easily brushed off or ignored, unworthy of attention or astringent emotion.