Pino Donaggio

Steady now.

The rain can only get as loud

as the amount that was held.

A stillness doesn't guarantee

no tears will fall.

Teetering between a causeway,

and a dam.

Steering myself to keep the upper hand.

On myself.

A clearing that's faulty.

My lenses collect sand.

Steady now.

Be easy, how?

I dropped so much 

along this condemned bridge.

The tears have fallen.

My right leg still bounces.

With everything going seemingly well.

While holding living hands.

That never seems to fit.

Which is when I start to tilt.

Steady now.

Steady.

-Verdure