Trick
When we hear it fall so softly to our feet,
do we not feel a softness in our brain?
A tiny yellow trickle like butterfly's tears.
Softly, softly, we walk in the sand.
We hear it fall from our hands, as a tiny cascade,
feel its gentle caress, a gesture of fondness,
a touch of tenderness, like the softest of music,
as we see it gently released to our feet.
It is a journey from our hand to our toe.
We feel its music as a soothing ointment,
an answer to our suffering - so it cries.
Is this a trick, or indeed a trickle?
(14 Dec 2022)
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