seamless

it's one of those days,
you know
where the rain falls,
firing down
escaping the cloud's wrath,
with a purpose all it's own

and your body acts accordingly
tears shedding
them in layers
pain and anxiety and various loves
for a higher purpose: lost
on them. you.

your big bold statements
of kindness and gesture
missed and tricked out:
cold.

you reach for a sweatshirt,
hooded to hide out in
and up wanders a kid:
her cold cheek against
your own strikes something
up alive;

you inhale her salty milk breath
for it is good healing energy
she offers and you notice
you certainly feel broken,
or so you think

until she looks up at you
hard and strong
and your eyes have dried
enough to see back,
shocked to find
that the reflection revealed
suffers no cracks

this is seamlessness.