My Once Deaf Ear

The Instigator wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. You would figure he never sleeps. He snaps at me but I don't snap back . I take it to the local park where I vent without doing damage. Until I hear the dove in the distance. The same dove who soothes the savage. Calms the cantankerous
disarms the diatribe. Manages the maniacal monologue with effervescent finesse.

"That's what we do", coos the daytraders of tranquility.
"That's who we are, we cart away dismay. We defile fear and rectify rage. We turn the page."

"Yes", I answer with a smile.
"That's who you are and that's who I am, to."