A drip of water first receding,
pulled of gravity of point exceeding
Is drawn to drop and freely fall
A testimony of an inward call
To show, to signal and to sound
To fall from height, to travel down
To impact, to collide, to enter in
the gathered pool it’s sphere to spend
wherein it shares its whole and all
then spurned and cursed for its fall
the mass spreads wide and round
reverberates in sight and sound
waves move away in circular shutters
but then returns, retract and sputters
a droplet that scarcely entered in
is pushed and forced up and out again
the drop it rises fast unleashed
expelled by the collective deep
where it floats above, rejected and alone
a single drop silhouette again is shown
with nowhere to go and nothing to hold
its path is set, the future foretold
it collects itself, falls and softly now
spreads, absorbs and gently bends
to the motions below it extends
one and all and all in one will meld
a marriage, a merge, a solid weld
No rift, no wave, no sign, no sound
Now announce that the drop is bound
To the whole and is complete
One drop only, will it repeat?
For high above from whence if comes
The story is revealed, the total sum
Of thunderous drops yet unloosed
Or a drought betrayed in a ruse
This story tells a certain tale
Futile is that which would repel
Ours is not to reject or stop the gain
For we know not how we will be changed.
But accept and swell and grow
And allow all of like to join the flow.
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