(i am writing this, whatever it turns out to be, at a more positive state than i have been in, lets say, years. I usually do not pen or in this case, keyboard when cheery. Usually I am moved by an overwhelming dark cloud that drives me to tears or writing or sometimes both)

the faucet was off, it was frozen
and then the knob was turned half an inch
and i tasted a drop of clear cool water
it warmed me to the core
it tore through all false
I waited in a quiet room
for another drop
to plunge
through me
and it did one by one
and broke doors off hinges
one day it will be a flood.
and i will dance in it.