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