Kicking Angry Spirits

 Angry spirits

       woke me up

whispering my ear.

I wonder what they want.

When l drink my morning coffee

I wonder what they want,

when l brush my teeth

I ask them. They scatter round,

and whine. As only angry spirits can whine.

Morning sun

I hit at them solely. Not at anyone else.

In the garden, on the grass: l hit one,

with a Tai Chi arrow. Another with a yoga kick. There are no such things you may say. But there are, there are.

Thai Chi crossbow stance create perfekt arrows. Yoga moves can floor, the most obnoxious spirit., in an ultrarapid speed.

Smack, smack, smack.

Little spirits gliding down,

alongside tree trunks     grass straws     

the side of my cheek

                    Good riddance