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A Billion Droplets

Tobin Stokes, 2021

Waiting, washing, wondering, breathing

we are still awash in this,

our lungs
the air, our souls adrift
a billion droplets through the air

Yet eye to eye from behind our masks

aren’t we still

still together
just two steps back?

So rest, spirit or escape

in waves still rolling
in planets still aligning

I saw a late sun slipping in the haze

then a vast scene

of stars beyond

awash like a billion droplets
all connected

And of course that moon,


still offering her light
to anything dark


Tobin Stokes

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