The only way around is through.
You've heard that one, right?
It's the roundabout way of saying

Deal with it.

Around is through.

Ha.

That old chestnut
Conjures for me
The image
Of a high school kid
At McDonald's pulling his
Drink
From the self-serve fountain,

And my waiting there
Watching him overfill the
Paper cup not really strong
Enough to tolerate the volume
Though this obvious fact is,

Nevertheless,

Lost one the thirsty one
Who overfills the cup.

I stand and watch, fascinated
By the sheen of the liquid
Held in delicately
By surface tension,
Those like molecules
Aware of how alone they are,
Clinging to themselves,
Refusing to go, to flow.

The child claps on the lid,
And the pink liquid
Dribbles down the cup,
Down his hand,
Into his sleeve,

Leaving a sticky place for me.

Around is through.

Breaking the tension,
We lap up all evidence of our folly,
Drink up, eat up, and go.

Around is through.