blooming jasmine

a single drop of dew
heavy with the weight
of a world
hangs like a pearl
from the green fingertip

of leaf. i wade through early
morning mist drunk
on jasmine perfume
as rivulets of sweat
slide single-file down

the arched curve
of my neck. transfixed, i wait
suspended in time
as a single drop of dew
hangs in midair

milliseconds before
falling to earth.