June 18

Now I am full & heavy, as

A sponge, soaked through

Touch me and this water seeps out of my skin, 

breaking the surface tension

I will it inside, hoping the light will evaporate just a little

Dry it up enough that my lungs can once again fill with air

As it is, every breath threatens this fragile balance

That which I can control, that I cannot

A soft haze drapes the skyline

Interrupted with tumultuous outbursts of rain

Sighing back into a balm of warm, damp air

It is too much even for the heavens sometimes.