The Perfect Vehicle: A Poem of Tears
I have found that a tear
is the perfect vehicle
a rivulet of hope
etched on the heart’s edge
on a bad day
the despair of loneliness
wiped down
and cleaned for the beholder
the tension
of a rubber band
snapped outside
of the stress-point
of mind’s hollow
the filigree
minutely worked
of disappointment
as patina dulls and hardens in place
the implement of joy unbounded
by the corral of words
so inadequate to the task
the empathy of compassion
ringed in another
held in place
by the bridge of connectivity
one being flowing into another
the sadness
when it unexpectedly stops
when love
when life
stops
a tear
a rivulet
an understanding
copyright/all rights reserved May 24, 2012 Audrey Howitt. Do not use or copy without the express written permission of the author
