Collecting - an original photo and poem by John Oliver Westbrook

am i collecting to be absorbed by the coming evaporation? 

or sinking into the soil to feed the growth of new life? 

most would say i'm a droplet trapped on the step,
but have you seen where the stem leads? 

have you sight for the feeding of fear or the fertilization of love?

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