A glass with a small fracture.

The water leaks so slowly you

barely notice until

it’s half empty.  But it’s the

only one you have, so you

continue.  Every day it is

refilled, every day a little

less, and it continues to

leak.  Nobody can understand

why you’re always thirsty.  You

can’t explain why this water

is suddenly so precious to you.

There’s so much of it that

it rains from the sky, but

you can’t catch it. While

others are putting up

umbrellas you’re trying

to fill your broken glass.