There was a change today.
A change in schedule; a river
Now off course—
Spilling out over land,
Causing expected flooding.
Tears.
It’s always tears rupturing.
And the change splits
Roads.
Detours rise and novice
Rafts are built with sticks—
Twigs really. Pulled together with
Weak tree sap and twine that the river
Could easily dissolve and rip away;
Sinking me and the twigs to
The muddy bottom.
And a paddle is essential.
At least I have a paddle.