The Year of the Rising Action【POETRY】

The Year of the Rising Action

A day in which a molten face exists behind
The unyielding hide of a rhinoceros-man.

A day in which Solitary Moon pours tears that
Must leave when Social Sun rises.

A day in which we cripple and crush our tired feet while
Walking on stilts just to meet the other's eye.

A day in which there's no medic in the greenroom to help you when
You break a leg on stage, and no one knows if it's just a phrase.

A day that is today.

This day: The day I notice the juice stain from my lovely childhood on
The cushions as I pull over the new couch cover, hiding it
From guests who may knock on my door at any second.

Today: The day we will with our obliterated minds for
Our unwavering immune system to
Grant us the blessing of illness for
One Free Day to skip work or class or both to rest from
The World Our World that is Burning, Crashing, Splitting
our Head open!
As we Try oh Try to prove we can keep our head out of the water of
The ocean we're blind to
The Ocean made of our own invisible Tears that
Stream when nobody is looking.
...

Tomorrow, maybe,
We'll realize:
We are engineered to cry.