Angst

Hangs
on dark
hooks
around the room.
Drips in rivulets
along the
side of
the old
coop.
Peels
the paint.
Tatters
attic walls
where
rain
comes in.
We thought
we’d fixed
it all last year.
We thought
we plugged
holes
to keep
critters
outside.
It rises
a choking sludge
with the water.
Reminds us
of every task
we may
not
be up to.
All the patches
we make
that fail to hold.