I held something in my palms

I couldn’t quite tell what it was

It was warm

It was firm

It was more firm than an idea

It was softer than a cogitation

I didn’t know what it was, but I held it

Ensuing chaos urged me not to let go

It weighed on my body as I began to walk

Those stretched paths that pulled further and further until they were band-thin

Swollen hands and dragging feet, yet she told me not to let go

I didn’t know what it was

It pinned me to the barren road, when I desperately tried to fight away

When the heavens opened up and pulled me by my shoulders into the air

I didn’t know what it was, in my hands,

But it held me fast to the road I was resentful to walk

My knees began to give out every downward step I took

My lower back ached and I yearned to fall back

Onto the road that’d rejected me

I didn’t know what it was

But its firm hands were on the small of my back pushing me up the stairs

I didn’t know what it was

But it didn’t let me climb too very high

And every time the bathroom flooded

When bubbles of soap formed and floated through dense air

Sometimes it’d forget to pop one or two

It always cleaned up the mess

I didn’t know what it was; until tomorrow