orange blossom brick dust

It fell

The rain flake
In a camera
Like tomorrow
Laughing
up its sleeve
Landing
in the desert
Unseeded
Beheld
by a draught
Distilled
Into refraction
Disembodied
Enfoldened
Because eternity
asleep
Recycles everything
in a blink
Let us not mention
The imminence
of all sorrow
We should rather
contemplate
the fall
Of a sparrow.

for Rita.
pic: thomas merton / dalai lama