The Tear

Once again it's a very long time since I blogged.  The wedding and other activities have gotten in the way.  However, I have just finished listening to the Richard Burton legacy on Radio Two, and I don't know whether it is the voice, the words, the poetry, the choirs, the sounds at least, but I was moved to write a poem. It has nothing really to do with Burton, just a poem and I wanted to share it with you.

I sat there, listening

Not moving, not thinking

And slowly, almost imperceptively at first

A tear formed in the corner of my eye

And began to roll

Picking up speed, dragging the remnants of dead skin with it

Passing over the cracks in the pavement face

A single tear to me

But a tsunami of emotion to my face

A storm, a maelstrom

A well of water, body salted

Erupting out of me

In that single drop

All my loves and fears and hopes

Found condensed into liquid form

Leaving tracks on my cheek

To dry, to vanish

And remain bottled up once more.