Do raindrops know
they have landed in a puddle?
Do they ever discover
the ocean and hope?
Off in our own pools
Are we all waiting for a storm?
No trophy for staying put
At the beach I never stay
on the shore only toe in
All the way always
underwater wet
through and through
I want to melt
to have already
melted
How do we stay in spaces
on the way to elsewhere?