One Drop In The Bucket

 One drop in a bucketful of rain

I caught it in my hand as it fell from the sky

I consumed it and let it seep from my eye

But not before I had deciphered its truth

And relished its history

Perpetuated by the cycle of life

Molecularly it is uninteresting

In context though, it is divine

Transcending its current state of being

And who can say for sure that it is unaware?

Is it not the fuel of further life?

Already it has filtered through my secret places

Unmarked and unremarkable

How well it defies isolation

In a world of its own

I cannot define nor describe

And though I have released it from the prison of my existence and entity

It shall remain in both my past and my future

Too clearly I recognize

What it is to be one drop in the bucket

Reviews

[Freedom's Child]

Great write, vivid imagery allowing your imagination to take you away. Very well constructed, I'm very impressed how you were able to take a drop of rain and with some emotion compare it to our own lives. I also like the mixture on abstract lines and concrete lines. "Too clearly I recognize What it is to be one drop in the bucket" is a perfect last line, leaving the reader questioning the meaning of the own lives.

[Dark Tower]

Amazing imagery, very unique write.