What shows
how little
we know?
What can be is
oft far less than
what we expect.
What is now
has never been
what it was.
07/25/2024 j.g.l.
puddles
So she said
from the shadows
we are all made of rain
fortified by silence
strengthened
from pain
Without it
we are dust
swiftly erased
by a breeze
With luck
we become puddles
or give rise
to the trees
How can
you know?
I queried
I must
Without rain
we have very little
to trust
I couldn’t quite fathom
her moral or muse
but she
created reality
I would not refute
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