Drip

Condensation looks at me
with eyes that mimic all,
disfigured and transparent
reflects in constant fall.

The end is never known
until the ripple swallows it,
such a tiny spec of life
defines its own personal pit.

It taught me a simple truth
of how an impact can be made,
no matter how small the drip
the impact swells all around.

The drip is part of a world
where conformity is an end,
that drip is now a pool
when it was so small at begin.

Dripping
Dripping (Photo credit: kcolwell)

 

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