a single drop of dew
heavy with the weight
of the world
hangs like a pearl
from a green fingertip of leaf.
i wade through
morning mist drunk from wine
and jasmine perfume
as rivulets of sweat
slide single-file
down the curve of my neck.
transfixed, i wait
suspended in time
as a single drop of dew
seems to hang
in midair milliseconds
before falling
to earth.
