Overfull

 Waking up from a dream of being unable to breathe, a longing for air having forgotten how to draw breath, I am wracked 

Chaos clarifying in the space of an hour, becoming still so I can look down and see the intricate life below the surface of the water 

The rain which filled my mouth and eyes, drowning my voice, obscuring my vision, lightens to a mist and I hear the frogs singing 

This frozen place in which I have been blindly standing melts, gives way, I fall on hands and knees in the mud and cry to the earth

The storm of anger and confusion lifts, and I am left in the expanse of love, uncontainable, unutterable, no choice left but for the heart 

to break