overflow.

i read once "be like the fountain that overflows, not like the cistern that merely contains."

i think these days i'm beginning to flood, and i'm spending days lost in laughter & contentedness, mostly at the hands of humans i adore & their words & their stories & their light.

just now that hand rolled cigarette & the clouded night sky & my after-thirteen-hours-of-work-porch-lounging made me see i've learned to overflow. i overflow after whiskey nights when my mornings are robbed by unexplained laughter & river plunges knocking some hangover death off my haggered corpse. i overflow when i try to take naps in salted sunlight, & sleep can't catch me & i dream up sweet faces. i overflow when i wander through the so many i've come to adore, despite differing coordinates & rusted friendships & months spent astray.

my life is drenched in memories that make me gush. it might be beachside lightening dances followed by raindrop filled flor de caña & juice. & it might be a drive nearly four-times-too-long & remembering that the road less traveled usually means good things. or any of the other absurd things that make my heart rise and my blissed mouth curl.

i overflow for those that have made my belly ache and my soul swell, be it in acting as my breadmaking master or newest mortal combat rival. i'm falling in love with the people the world has brought me daily, both in durango present & old dream past. today i am a fountain, & i'm predicting more fountain days to come.