A Break in the Levees

Quite the useful metaphor for being overwhelmed, right?
We all know what it is to let the pressure build to the point of bursting.
We also talk about constructing walls to protect our hearts
And needed to let people in those walls in order to love
Or some shit.

Maybe we don't need levees and walls.
Perhaps floodgates would be more apt.
We can open them when we need to release a little bit
Or keep them closed at the necessary times.

New metaphors for new frames of mind.
New frames of mind for new times.

A Break in the Leaves

It's the way the light slices down on the porch
In the morning and grows slowly dull
As the earth tries to roll away from it.

It's the droning thud of the smaller rain drops
First announcing and the increasing menace
As the clouds release their cargo.

It's the steadfastness of the dead bird
In the driveway until suddenly there
Are only a few bones and feathers.

It's the single, solitary, lonely gray hair
Who arrives like a vanguard heralding
The arrival of time, age, change.