Over The Edge. (Sonnet) Poem by Dan Reynolds

Over the edge. (Sonnet)

He wished he were a single drop of rain
that fell upon a rich and swollen lake.
Unleashing all the power he would gain
One drop could force the buttresses to break.

To take back all the dams denied for years.
Invigorate the dried up river bed.
To animate the corporate suitors fears,
then dress them in humility, instead.

One drop which may in truth, be blown off course
and land upon the alpines in the hills.
Or one which led the others to the source
The catalyst for future over-spills

A wealth of stored potential lay at rest
Before he fell, he asked. “Do I know best? ”