- Mar 26, 2019
- 1 min read
The color of sunlit tropical water,
Quietly waiting as limestone forms.
In the hard-edged clear of glacial ice,
On a cloudy day.
The liquid bubble of water and algae,
In the stream behind my house.
Drifting in deep water,
Waiting to be seen.
The bright splintered shards,
Of the glass I dropped on the tiles.
And the single,
Drop of rain,
Falling from a clearing sky.