The River Bank! Poem by Poetheart Morgan

overflowed but quietly
think is too late....

are the waters pulling to the right
joining full force to move to left....
inside my mind balancing my body


why?

that bothers others more than me?
sometimes someone comes, providentially
with a napkin
wiping away the brim, the cup
the table,
sweeping away.... away
and looks as if asking
overflowing again?
sorry, i said
but I am so
an outpouring of words
a flood of disquiet

better be prepare
i cant control the tide
of the rivers banks
never more!