Come Down

I was high for years High-performer. High-potential. Hits of yes that tuned my insides down to a whisper. The room with the highest ceiling, the chair closest to the window. Then the rush stopped rushing. The yeses still came, but they landed dull. And I noticed something: water never argues with gravity. It doesn't negotiate for higher. It moves toward what can hold it and becomes useful. The lowest part of the yard after rain is the part that gets the garden.