Sunday, March 16, 2014

My Descent

I am a drop of water
on a pine needle
How I got here is fading.

I remember a long descent,
a violent landing
the comfort
the security
of the pine needle
breaking my fall.

As time passes
more rain falls,
I grow
the pine needle shrinks

Until it can no longer
hold my weight
And I fall again.

1 comment:

  1. water-cycle-ride
    we are each a drop, seeking
    the ocean's expanse

    Your blog has some great inspiration. Keep it rolling.


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