Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return. – Kamand Kojouri
I was once a drop in my dream,
Dripping from an icicle in a glacier,
Coalescing then to form a mountain rivulet.
With ebullience, I descended from perilous precipices,
Giving shape to contorted rocks and landforms.
As I meandered along the plain pastures,
My pace turned languid and with my lassitude,
I fed the vast fields of paddy and wheat.
The water of my tributaries is now roiled,
As I inundate into a swamp.
I meet my other riverine sisters there,
Few vestiges of youth made me think about the phantasmic ocean.
Floating in quiescence yet rhapsodic,
I waited eagerly to meet my unfathomable beloved.
As raindrops I flooded ponds and puddles with water,
And saturated tree canopies and understories with moisture.
While I emanated from the soil as a petrichor,
I brought delight for farmers and other humans alike.
I wish I could cleanse every heart of qualms,
As raindrops and drench everyone in a shower of bliss,
And trickle as tears of cheerfulness from someone’s eye.2 comments