Drip
A lone clear drop slipped
From bush leaf to bush leaf
Mixing its motion
With the thought of
A small boy who stood still
Watching the shimmer of sunlight
That fell with it.
It stopped then, reflecting,
As if eyeing the boy's eye;
And he smiled, the boy,
Peering close as though
To merge within the grey sharp depths.
A simple gift--a lone drop
Purifying a world in its tiny deep
While falling in sight of I...
(I was 8 years old when I first saw rain do this little miracle...Now I am sixty-something and I see into the shining depths of our young this same wonderful deep...it is more better now...And I always shed my best tears for this surprise of life...Bush leaf to bush leaf...Sammy, as you moved from accomplishment to Accomplishment you never forgot to take me with you...I still marvel at the Light that shone on you as you went.)