backlash epiphany

 
I've not been myself  
...of late
lost track of who I was
then came the flood...
everything changed
 
a pound of feathers
& a pound of stone
of equal weight
vastly different...
...amounts of space
 
enlightening
 
add water to the mix
rock remains solid
maintains its structure
...its size
 
feathers...when wet
grow cumbersome  
messy
sticking to everything  
 
illuminating
 
this clutter of ephemeral feathers
dusting every surface
getting between my teeth
slipping under foot
undermining dexterity
 
occupies too much
of my precious real estate
time to sweep these corners
deep cleaning my inner house
& reclaiming me
 
 
 
figuring some shit out...calamities create clarity...