Poem: Distance in Nature: Bare feet best?

"Anger as soon as fed is dead- / 'Tis starving makes it fat." 
       --Emily Dickinson

Ignoring the red zone does make things worse and could lead to explosion, but even Mother Earth needs to explode now and then.

Anyway, few nights ago I came across that couplet and mentally bookmarked it.  It reminded me of my poem, not published, "Distance in Nature."  

I was syllable counting at the time I write "Distance," which seems a perfect approach for a description of an emotion so baffling (sometimes) we work to contain it.  Unexpressed love is sad. Unexpressed anger is, huh, sad, too, but I was going to say, fearsome and controlling.

(By the way, the Easter scene, those eggs with the tiny tableaux, like ships in bottles--not sure they are still around.)



Distance in Nature

Fitted glass seals the shell.
Hissing sand, mollusks, trapped.
Great wonder?  Bare feet best.

This separateness not good:
No Easter scene in egg.
A shell is bad enough.

Great anger?  Estrangement
From compassion.  Distance
In nature, swept away.
_______________________
Sarah Sarai