the grain of sand

something off the wind
flies into your eye. a tiny
fleck of sand, maybe.
it makes you tear up,
the tears slide down
your cheek. big tears
making your cheeks wet.
people mistake
you for someone crying,
someone sad and mournful,
tearing up in public
not caring what others think.
how sensitive he must be
they say quietly, how
compassionate and kind
this man is. you blink
and blink trying to get
the grain of sand out
with no luck,
but suddenly not wanting
to, enjoying how wonderful
you have become.