A Billion Droplets

Tobin Stokes, 2021

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Waiting, washing, wondering, breathing

we are still awash in this,

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

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Yet eye to eye from behind our masks

aren’t we still

connected
still together
just two steps back?

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So rest, spirit or escape

in waves still rolling
in planets still aligning

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I saw a late sun slipping in the haze

then a vast scene

of stars beyond

awash like a billion droplets
all connected

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And of course that moon,

immune,

still offering her light
to anything dark

 

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