I need an intervention.
I need surgery. There is something wrong, water cascades down my cheeks at the slightest thought. Today it was a rainbow, a small, tucked between two sets of clouds, sweet spectrum of delight. Where I stood my little finger was bigger as I held it up to measure. It was there.
Today it wasn’t just the rainbow. It was many things that I cannot write about. It was memories. It was present. It was future imperfect. Mother hen frustration as a fox slaughtered chicks. Deep rooted helplessness. And then the rainbow reminded me of a long ago binding agreement. And although I had been doing it all day, I prayed a new prayer. Standing in the sight of the variegated hues I asked for more.
I need surgery to remove the dampness from my cheeks, my neck, salt stained my t-shirt. My eyes feel ever so puffed, distorted by this reviled, ridiculous inability to stop the waterfall.
I need a divine intervention, transcendent surgery of a broken heart.
I could do with some verbal articulation too but… One thing at a time