The cup overflows;
left out in a storm, it did what it could.
I watched the glass fill with new drops, pushing out the old,
the same element both forceful as it stood
defenseless as it fell:
itself/another, everything/nothing
My thoughts are much the same, these days.
Defenseless as they rise up to reframe old ideas,
Forcefully…they come to mind, anyway. Fearless.
I could stand as strong as these lofty visions, unafraid to drop from clouds heavy like rainwater-
down, weighty, spreading
into the earth.
To fall and become part of something.
To release and be more than thoughts.
For now, I am the cup: thought-full barrier to earth and water.
Filling up and spilling out seems the only way.
The storm is the answer.
This cup overflows.
With time, I’ll return to my element.
Kaitlin Sansoucie 