If I pour myself a cup of tea
I stop
Just before I reach the top
If I let the taps run to fill a bath
I turn them off
Before it reaches the brim
Slide beneath
I can still fit me
Without overspill that would need me to clean
Mop
Stop
That which is not required
Is wasted
And that which is wasted
Feels wrong
It is easy to pour ourselves out though
Never stopping
Until we are gone
Gone
Go..
*and it happens a lot. Pouring ourselves into endless cups or even just one, until it overflows, trickling down the side of a cheek, perhaps our own.
