Fingertip
By fingertip
Hauling out of the ether
I listen with only half an ear
to the sounds of droplets
plump with water
Trickling down iron
a laughing wet chuckle
Slushing through the pipes
Forming limpid lines
Then dropping
Plopping on concrete below
Brief life over hardly born
There are things that form
Only to release
A thought
A feeling
A raindrop
Steam
They arrive
And simply leave
Photo: Colony of cobwebs
i often wonder if time is relative to those spiders in that lovely photo, how intricate or how simple, instinctual maybe, how those units are converted to their understanding. and i dare further ask, what is time to all inside that droplet of water racing through that surface, or even as it falls. MIke
I wonder if it like scale – the way we perceive ants – whether time is more expanded the smaller you are, the less you have, the more precious it becomes and perhaps. It would be nice if time expanded according to how you treasured it