drawn from the ocean
in a backwards flight
as if God grabbed a remote
and swiftly pressed rewind

i’m drawn in the air
and i’m drawn into the sky
nesting in a white-grey cloud
pillowed and divine

along with a thousand other drops
who furl around; condense
bound together by nature’s pull
and varied circumstance

those drops nested by the sand
they’ll stay pressed in the depths
of cake-like mud and rainbow fish
opposing omnipresence

while baby skies
slowly grow fierce
and we are moved
among our peers

as puffs grow damp
as heady leers
as the sky opens
and sheds its tears

i’m released
let go once more
gravity pulls
me to the floor

the floor that mother
made herself
of dirt and cement
nature’s wealth

and I grow weary
when last I hit
the ground and burst
making music

along with a thousand
other plops
the serene noise
of lone raindrops

and i settled beneath a stranger's shoe
succumbed to my new fate
but then again, i’ll come again
mother always delegates

these tasks to me
a thousand times
a constant cycle
Play; rewind.