When the poetry’s too loud

When the words seep in my bones

When sorrow tugs and scrapes my heart

I gag and stifle a wretched moan

I look up

Watch raindrops coat the window glass

I find one making it’s way down fast

I let it guide me as it slides past

The others that stand too still

And in its motion I can breathe

A drop in the ocean

A wave breaks over a reef

And in the break I find relief

And in the poem another beat

A means to read on, kicking my feet

Gasping in fresh air

Salt soaked tears strike my face bare

Little raindrop on the move

Carving out a gentle groove

Little raindrop making its way down

Little raindrop won’t let me drown