break

The storms break with bird song. Light floods the office and I am stretching towards it, fingers outspread.

The horizon is catatonic. Secrets folded into places I have lost sight of, transcribed in languages I've forgotten the sound of. There are entire wetlands in the puddles I ride through on my way to work. There are oceans rising up in my backyard.

Everything is melodramatic
Everything is bigger
than me.

I place my bets with the ants. Mimic their scurrying. Carrying small things to a larger place.