where it goes then
the first droplet that lands longs
for the big water
it takes no determination
to make that trip
just a whirl of emotion donated
by the nondrop-in...
he runs, he splashes, he makes
the big dive
and that eager drop dribbles
into dry sand
what transpires next, oh
how it depends
on fog or rain or snow or the
next rich slurp
some wild thing makes, easing
its thirst --
the lust inspired by gravity calls.
and you?
Z.G.
