Raindrop

(after Sanctuary by Ada Limon)

It’s easy to ride a raindrop
from the sky to the earth to the river to the sea,
growing in girth with each bite of each meal,
a taste to a mouthful to devouring everything in your path
until the marsh swallows you in a slow sticky simmer.
You carry the tides in and out, salting and ripening
marigolds and yellow iris and devil’s bit scabious
until their scent of blooming and dying joins you.
You sing pianoforte, soft then loud, coming down the mountain,
until this place you found, your great joining with the sea,
but you are never free and never at peace.

You are never free and never at peace
until this place you found, your great joining with the sea.
You sing pianoforte, soft then loud, coming down the mountain
until their scent of blooming and dying joins with you,
marigolds and yellow iris and devil’s bit scabious.
You carry tides in and out, salting and ripening
until the marsh swallows you in a slow sticky simmer.
A taste to a mouthful to devouring everything in your path,
growing in girth with each bite of each meal,
from the ski to the earth to the river to the sea.
But suppose it’s easy to ride a raindrop.

First Appeared in Black Moon Magazine (Issue 10)
Black Moon Magazine