Raindrop
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
Seven billion raindrops
Percolate the surface;
A pond of interference.
Noise obscures
Surface tension in a
Fight to be noticed.
Does one minuscule
Wave change
Anything? Enjambed
Voices blend as it
Pools beneath
Wilting; a struggle
Against plummeting
Toward its demise —
A gentle certainty:
Marks will dissipate
Because can’t you see?
Even tears larger
Than your own
Splashed with significant
Force, yet in the end
Affected not one
Reformation. The lost
Battle, a still
Puddle, forgotten in
An immense universe.
