Sometimes tears arise and have no need of explanation.

Tears
Betty Luceigh
10/24/13

A welling up
water pressure
too great to contain
from the heart
responding.

Wetness blurs eyes
not wanting to see
a sight too ugly
or too beautiful
to gaze upon.

Lids longing for sense
blink to clear
but are too late
to stop the escape
of the secret within.

The drips signal
the awareness
one to another
or to oneself
of a shared wellspring
of humanity.