Only Slightly Under Water
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
Too much is changing too fast and the foundation upon which I’ve built this house is leaking, letting in water, and a fly has landed, the final breaking weight. Walls are cracking, rooms tilting, and here come the tears and I say I ought to let them fall, fall, fall, and I’ll make this whole room a boat, turn hardwood floor into hull, sew curtains into sails, lean towards the open sea. The wind’s at my back, baby. I’m not sunk yet.
This is the very best thing I have read in the past several years. You continue to amazing me and reach the very inside.
I rarely make craft comments. I love this poem, and I'd suggest deleting "and I say I ought to"
simply "let them fall" (let them fall!) 💜