I need an intervention.
I need surgery.
There is something wrong, water cascades down my cheeks
at the slightest thought.
Today it was a rainbow, a small, tucked
between two sets of clouds, sweet spectrum of delight.
Where I stood my little finger was bigger as I held it up to measure. It was there.
Today it wasn't just the rainbow.
It was many things that I cannot write about.
It was memories.
It was present.
It was future imperfect.
Mother hen frustration as a fox slaughtered chicks.
I need surgery to remove the dampness from my cheeks, my neck, salt stained my t-shirt.
My eyes feel ever so puffed, distorted by this reviled, ridiculous inability to stop the waterfall.
I need a divine intervention, transcendent surgery of a broken heart.
I could do with some verbal articulation too but…
One thing at a time