My feelings are
Overflowing
Today.
Overflowing. Such a short word.
Only four syllables.
Finite.
It must be finite to be a part
Of language.
If my feelings
Had
A Ripple Effect,
There would be a storm in California today.
Instead, the sun is shining
And a smear of white
Is the only cloud
On a pale blue sky that stretches forever.
I close my eyes and imagine
The rain streaking across pavement,
Clearing,
Cleaning,
Flooding,
Overflowing gutters and sending leaves tumbling in
Heaps
Down to the road.
Instead, there’s not a breath of wind to be found,
The trees stand stock still, well-defined,
Against that same pale blue stretching sky.
I am reassured by the sight of this sky,
The lone cloud, unmoving, as though the paint dropped from the paintbrush by chance,
The trees, their trust.
The universe is unaffected by my mood.
All is calm.
And slowly, as I remember to breathe,
I realize my inner storm, too, was finite,
And now, it
Passed.
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