Behind the Dam
During the day, thoughts settle
like sediment behind a dam.
They can’t reach the spillway
to relieve the pressure
against the concrete wall.
But at night, some force
stirs them to the top
and they tumble out
the overflow apron,
seep from little cracks
in the dam’s face.
They whirlpool at the base,
scour the stream bed clean
leaving only boulders.
Brillig: a micro lit magazine
2025
