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
