• alisdaire_ocaoimph 45w


    I watch the droplets
    that piddle, paddle, drip
    into splashed revenues of that flood
    Holding upon the surface
    The cool rains grip
    that drizzles down in between the fine cracks
    of red molding clay.

    I see a world before me
    opening its boundaries
    sucking in this liquid of life
    and there in the hushed embrace
    The world comes alive.

    There's expressions all around
    little gathering ponds become
    vibrant to the baths of birds
    The fluttering wings that splatter
    in these mini lakes of life.
    Insects awaken
    to the sustenance that fills their view
    how all partakes, joins
    in this reverence of being
    this gateway to life.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph