A droplet of water hanging in the air,
I sit and marvel and continue to stare.
Was it once part of a long dead sea?
the breath of a dinosaur, or evaporation of a tree.
Could it have been exhaled from a long-parted king?
perhaps from a critter that could give a nasty sting.
Could it come from far away space?
providing the building blocks to start a new race.
Could it have traveled down the renowned Nile?
or the sparkle in the eye, that can easily beguile.
Could it have traveled high in a cloud?
to come pounding down, so very loud.
Could it be the essence of someone I knew?
to reside now in a sphere of light blue.
Could it be part of a spinning web
that could easily bring a day of dread.
Could it have been sent for just me to see?
to reflect on the simplicity, of human glee.