And in the driveway,
widening ripples
that form and overlap—
When it is time for me
to go, let me feel
at last the swell
of fullness I
might not have felt,
for all my striving:
for that moment let me be
the raindrop magnified
at the point of termination.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.


My response to Luisa’s Night Rain: The Unwritten Song. http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2011/12/unwritten-song.html