A Flood
All the tasks awaiting me— A rising panic given up, Exchanged for moment’s reverie Through which the memories erupt— A softened, wounded ribcage spot, The hub of widely different pains Points two directions from a knot Still leaking into settled stains; And through it all a humbled soul Laments it’s not more humbled still, Inspecting unexpected role It plays in this unfolding will… So from above and from the deep Flies at me everything but sleep. April 6, 2007 Washington, DC Age 26 © Talya Sara... Sign in to see full entry.