Seconds echo until their soundwaves collide
Tectonic plates begin shifting, waking
I hold my breath with the clouds
Until they drop dead
Carrying down with them a collection
Of maybes and insteads
So I go to bed
Another day where the clock strikes zero
Shutting my eyes until I’m woken again
By hasty brigade of raindrops
Who play ping pong against the trees
They yelp out muffled rings
I occasionally forget how to sing
When they change the key
Puddles begin to balance on the windowsill next to me
I let them be, intentionally
Never able to tell if my reflection
Is from the water
Or the window
In between
Collect the rainwater
And let it wash away
Let it fill an hourglass and let yourself wonder
What happens to the lonely raindrop
Who fell in a forest where no one could hear
Does she turn into a tear?
