Raindrops of the World

Descriptions of prejudice.

I’d often wonder

At the twinkling lights above the horizon

Murmuring over the silent waves

At a fish slipping between silken strands;

 

As I stand, hands with wet droplets

Singing in the misty rain

I’d believe in the presence

Of another soul thrumming in the wind

Of another tied and breathing

Licking and nudging across dry skin

Of a voice echoing between the caves;

 

Caverns not so far from our hearts

With a voice empty and whole through and through

Whispering before we speak

And speaking before thoughts form;

Our vices’ words slither beneath the moon;

 

They instruct us to forget our pasts

To demean others

To forget our own dreams and yearnings and hopes

To kill and maim

To forget our connected webs

Of a bright love for another soul,

Of a lesson still hesitating to be learned,

Of the lives still yearning to be understood

Of a tenuous balance between friend and foe--

They beseech us to slice across fresh faces.

 

And we do.

 

Soon the overwhelming feeling of injustice

Will collapse the caverns under their weight

As the wind and tumultuous rain

Pound on bare rocks with acid.

 

And though eyes continue to see

And hands touch soft and full,

The flurry of dances and promises

To each other and to ourselves

Will be for naught

If we are half of a human being.

 

In a world of hate and prejudice,

None can bridge the gap between two different people

But for the same mothers and fathers sharing this land;

From the same mass of a cloud, the precipitation

Swims off and takes root all over the world. 

Author's Note

It's been a long time, haha.