To be a drop of water
hanging over the edge of your sill,
carefully balancing,
a mirror
hung from its one hope
reflecting,
evaporating,
wishing a warm wind
carry my purpose
as a whisper through your skin
into your stream
the only truth I have known
since the first drop.
Taken from the trains travelling from Kerala south to Kanyakumari. Rose Reiter shot.
Rose Reiter 