User:DonConquistador/Poetry/The Drop

The Drop

everywhere I look
I see the rain
alas the rain is all taken
the rain has been scooped up
never to be mine
I caught the rain once
only to drop it again
I hold my bucket under the sky
I see a perfect drop coming my way
the drop I cannot predict
the drop I cannot have
the drop cannot be mine
for the drop has already been claimed
the drop shimmers in all its beauty
the drop falls off my head and rolls onto the ground
the drop I could catch
but the drop is not mine to hold
I watch the drop roll down my shirt onto the ground
away
DonConquistador 23:32, 18 January 2006 (UTC)