poem written based upon this image--for online poetry class
poem submitted to "1488" poetry contest, Brian Strand, sponsor, July 14, 2026
Oh, to be a raindrop~ to feel the world long before meeting it~ the gentle clouds and the slow gathering weight of stillness that becomes descent. to know the tremor of release, the tender surrender from mist to motion~ a trust so quiet it speaks only in gravity. to feel the wind carry me, a brief cradle, guiding me toward whatever waits below. to feel my own smallness, while carrying the memory of vast oceans, of rivers that once thundered, of storms that tore open the sky. to feel light passing through me~ a tiny prism of fleeing brilliance seen only by those who look closely. And when I arrive~ on a leaf, a rooftop, a child’s open palm~ oh, to feel the soft miracle of becoming part of the world at last. For a heartbeat, I rest. Then I become something else: a bead of clarity, a slip of motion, a beginning that never feared being small. Oh, to feel the world by becoming part of it~ one soft fall, one bright touch, one brief moment of being exactly what I was meant to be.
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