The strongest woman
There was a fluid world in her tears.
He watched them fall and splash to smithereens like dinosaurs obliterated in a world of screams.
Each tear held sand, molecules and elastic bands.
Things that hold and give and vanishes, broken plans.
Dreams since childhood, stood up loves. Pure doves and strength beyond love.
Strength so strong the knuckles white as the body shakes with frustration.
In a tear, solitary, like a nation.
Stamping in unison, clapping, waving their arms and raving, rioting like a bad equation.
It doesn’t add up.
Voices raised until the screams crescendo into a seizure of bliss as another tear falls but hurts too much to miss.
© G.P Williamson 2017