Well, this surely opens the door into many family gatherings. This piece emits a wise one’s gaze upon group discordance amidst the aroma of plentitude. The first couplet gives me the impression of a home-made quilt being tossed over squabbling relatives, muffling into quietude and adulting-skill-level appreciation. Second stanza actually provides me audio input of the skirmish turned Knives Out. And the term ‘cyclonic rage’ is magnificent. It fits that stanza’s ability to convey jigsaw fisticuffs flying around the needful want of accusation and aversion to taking responsibility for something. Striking to read the struggle having acridity polluting the very inhale. This writing’s merciful finish is so velvety that I feel calm just by reading it. You have touched on all the senses we have, Odin, with the ability to have them touch us back. ~~ djl

Thank goodness for the spirit of Love and her comfort.
Powerful thoughts and images, Odin.
Have a blessed Thanksgiving:)