The Shimmering

A single drop of rain,

falling, gliding,

twisting, stopping,

turning.

How special;

oh, so fragile.

A single tear,

clinging to the eye,

afraid of leaving,

falling, sliding,

until its salt creases lips.

Bittersweet,

oh, so lonely.

Each different,

with a sadness.

Each touched

by the hand of life,

learning hope.

How curious.

Oh, so quiet.