Little drop of rain
The wind blows you
this way
that way
You quiver
in fear
You tremble
alone
Will the wind blow you
far far away?
What’s it to be?
Will you land gently on soft petals
Or crash on rocks
Smashed,
lost
What’s it to be?
Will the bright sun
turn you to that which no-one sees?
Hang on, Hang on! she says
Something good’s happening here
Fear is gone
All suffering
Gone
I’m strong
Nothing can ever
harm
Look at me, she says
Look how deep
how wide
Look how beautiful
I am
when I am the ocean
I hear her joy
she’s so secure
I see her and her allure
But hang on,
she says,
I’m floating up
it’s different again, the sky so vast
I’m being lifted really really fast
What’s it to be?
And her story goes on….
I see her many journeys, her many forms
I see her in and then out
from where she likes to call
Her big blue Home
She’s getting used to it now
This is her life
She has crashed on rocks
She has landed on petals
The sun has made her vanish
But, time and time again
She somehow knows
She’s always coming back
to where she likes to call
Her big blue home
Dorna Djenab
July 2019