The journey of a tear
Dwelling first within
my heart
It starts as a welling
of a dull inside ache
Appearing rather
suddenly in my eye’s corner
Watery, flowing, alive
Its destination yet
unknown in its meaning
Yet my tear’s highway
is always the same
Edging its way out of
one corner of a sad eye
Beginning its passage
down
A flushed cheek on the
face of a feeling
Washing its way off
the edge of tired soul’s face
The human pondering
her life’s own journey
Desperate in its
teeming stasis
Dreaming of being
instead a river
That can continuously flow
Like this small
droplet of fluid
That has made its way
Out of her eye
Over her cheek
Down her chin
How different is the
tear really from the river
The tear as the river
is both
Wet and flowing
And ever feeling its
way
Through its passage on
Human surfaces
Just as a river flows
over
This precious earth’s
own surfaces
(Written January 8, 2006)
(Written January 8, 2006)
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