Flight of the Droplet

So sudden a raindrop falls through

open hands cupped to catch the flying bead

Trying to smash fingers closer

as to save such perfection

Always reaching the cold ground beneath

the comfort of warm protecting hands

Once, maybe twice does the droplet stay

at the center of the palm, seeping into the skin

Becoming a part of the hand, the body, the mind

even when the senses fail to notice