Merely Waiting

Beginning of such languid calm
Becomes a trickle of moisture
A teardrop unexpected
Denied by the hand of determination

Stil

Being but human
Even as evolution grants porous absorption
Capacity reaches maximum

Where does such overflow go?

Beneath the surface, it lurks
Gathering momentum
Rising up
Without restraint
An innocent emotion of nature disrupted
Knows not the distant shores it might need
The life it might cling to
Influence
And consume

So it goes
Innocence of hope
Conditioned faith
Unexpected fear of failure

So human we are
Bent on compartmentalizing
Ill-equipped to understand
The amorphous origins of weeping
The nature of its needs
The compassion inherent in its lessons

Somewhere in the cosmos
Ideas of moist release evolved
Presenting Man with
Tears
Rain
Streams
Rivers
Oceans

Our world
Of cumulus billow
Of swollen tear ducts
Where all weeping
Knows one another
Embracing its joy
Its tragedy
Its destiny
Labor's teaching
A drop
A tsunami
All as one
The Universe's irreversible harmony

YET

We continue this cosmic nescience
Discernment's moist dearth of resolve
One’s own drought

Merely waiting