Thursday, January 16, 2020

One Drop

At some point, 
in the lifespan of my soul,

I want to know what it’s like
to be one drop of rain.

To fall from the sky and splash
into a flower,

and then linger
in its luxurious core.

Perhaps I could then,
every so slowly,

like the beginning of a rollercoaster,
dive from petal to ground,

and then nestle myself deeper,
deeper, deeper

into the warmth
of an inviting earth,

simply to rest forever
in her arms.

*Published by Dear Reader on 1/15/20
**Published in the Coshocton Public Library System’s Pandemic Spring: Poems to Get Us Through on 4/2/20