This week's Zelda's exercise: a poem portraying the self as an inanimate object
a drop of rain
I am separate for a moment
distinct from air ground ocean wood
I have my boundary, my undoubtable inside and outside
I hold together, even as I change shape
I reflect the world around me
I am falling toward a destiny I cannot see, cannot fully know as I am now
a drop of rain a drop of rain a drop of rain
small by myself, almost insignificant
but always part of a larger movement -
as unique as I am there are many like me
when I come in winter I am adorned, beautiful;
when I come in summer after drought I am all but worshiped;
when I come in fall I clear away the dead leaves;
when I come in spring I bring the flowers
sometimes you will curse me
sometimes you will bless me
in the end I will soak into the ground
or merge with the ocean
I will be trees and grass and animals and fog and dew and piss and beer and blood and ice
I will lose my form, though every bit of me survives
other drops of rain will inherit me, reincarnate me molecule by molecule
so as I fall I have no fear