A raindrop fell yesterday
And you remember vividly this moment
As if encrypted on the skin.
Whether it turned into a tasty lollipop,
Or thorns that hurt have grown out of it,
That fall is glued in your mind.
The drops of the past are
Millions of what was Now,
Why to get caught up in carrying
Heavy boxes of water,
That dried up by today?
Why fill up with imagined rain,
Drops that might arrive?
We never know.
A sticky mind is so opaque,
To the wisdom of peace.
Topic(s) of this poem: future, mind, past, present
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