The Droplet Poem by John F. McCullagh

I am but one droplet in the stream,

carried along by gravity,

which snakes toward the River Liffey

which then empties into the sea.

One droplet, chemically the same

as all my brothers in the tide.

Yet unique, I am myself.

distinct from others by my side.

What a crazy ride it’s been

over rocks and through the woods

passing through old Dublin town

flowing beneath the Ha’penny bridge.

Finally emptied into the sea

to join the sad eternal tide......

Perhaps the Sun will raise me up

to rain down on the countryside.

I’d not object to being rain

or to joining the Liffey once again.







by John F. Mc Cullagh