Sky cracked open. All day, the water
accumulated like sigh 
and my shirt was damp. 

I have been trying to survive. In chaos
for a year and a half, the world
and my expectations have failed
to measure up. 

It has been a year of pushing and pulling,
of accumulations. When I leave my couch
each morning some kind of flood.

Today, apartment complex management had balloons out.
Perfect, round, and improbable, they bobbed
in the torrent. 

I made a phone call and puddles formed
in the parking lot. The radio silent, concentrating,
I was able for a minute to see something 
like sun.