not one drop from another might be known
molecular identity the same
not a single difference once the merging
but oh how very different how they came
one appeared from storm clouds harsh and pouring
one appeared in gurgle of new spring
yet another waited in soft mornings
patient on a leaf unquivering
another came in birthings, more in laughter
some fell down to drown away the pain
others parted seas to clear a new way
or flooded valleys, forged a path through plains
some there were, begrudged, and counted wasted
some hidden though all seen when caught in light
some were shaken, grafted in the darkness
healed a heart sore hurting through long night
elemental gift, so plain or salted
little drops unique to every one
tiny tears converge an ocean’s feeling
composed we are and drink from each one spun
scottishmomus 