28thJan. × ’19

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

How do we stay in spaces
on the way to elsewhere?

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