Watershed

A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land and sky. - Thoreau

with an audience of barely one

strumming catgut in her heart and head in order to play an all too familiar, sad song

standing on the stage of a life seemingly in ruins

behind a drawn velvet curtain of consuming emotion

under the spotlight of an overweight, vaping moon

bending down 'neath the divining rod of heaven and hell

windblown hair in her eyes, obscuring hindsight

at risk of being swept away at any time

as near the edge as she could possibly get without relenting

without the precarious bank's edge caving in

she ran her tired fingers through the meandering, lacrimanal waters

digits tracing full circles from nowhere to someplace

anywhere

without a tributary to spare

measuring and weighing inundating years along with faithless tears

not realizing that this river had been formed in 

the watershed of her own uncharted fears

Author's Note

“The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats. It was not always dry land where we dwell.” -Thoreau

Reviews

[Alla Antsis]

"the watershed of her own uncharted fears"
Pete,
This is amazing!

[Pete]

thank you for taking the time to read ... :)