Essential

February 23, 2011
Smooth clear tears streak down the window
They fall in a hushed pitter-patter
Like little feet
Little dancing feet
They move and glide like ice


One after the other they continue
Suicide falls, on whitewash walls
A breath on the earth,
A cleansing ritual
Life giving powers
Base of life

Gray skies the color of ash
Puddles form
The floodwaters rise
Water no longer is
Sad
Beautiful
Poetic
It is destructive
Murderous
Angry

Why are they angry?
The clouds were full
They threw them down
Tear drops on windows
Helping
Hurting

There’s nothing left
But puddles
And death
It was life giving
It was beauty
But it lost it all





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