A free verse written by Lee Sonogan
YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,’ said the dewdrop to the lake. – Rabindranath Tagore
There is always a bead of moisture in environs,
The natural world from runnel biota seepage,
Air cavity environments that function as units,
Flora and fauna grow resistant to any sweepage.
Perspiration condensed to humectation,
Water droplets not wishy-washy to closer ensconce,
Part of an overlay open inundation,
It can sit anywhere while under nonchalance.
To pinch at an iota of bubbles without the pop,
Globule spheroid coming from a similar rivulet,
As it becomes one inside the castle of the cloud’s hilltop,
Revealing surrender under agreed conditions that capitulate.
Afterward, Tsukuru Tazaki’s life was changed forever, as if a sheer ridge had divided the original vegetation into two distinct biomes. – Haruki Murakami