It comes in waves-
Not at all and then suddenly
like water sloshing over the sides of a bucket
Realization splattering all over the concrete
Big water droplets of fear
Of dread
An ominous rain cloud
pours water into the street in sheets of rain,
Life blood of the Earth running down in rivulets,
Speeding into storm drains,
Sticking to my clothes, to my body-
But when I open my eyes, it is just you and me.
Not water, but dried dirt underneath my unsteady feet
And I realize with the clarity that a break in the storm clouds tends to bring
That I never needed you at all.