Myriad Ephemeral Droplets

We come into this world awash with tears,
Mourning our incipient separation—
And soon we age and leave it, mired in fears,
So loathe to part with individuation.

The waves that crash, the foam atop the seas,
Disguise the ocean, fathomless, profound—
And when that water splinters into me's,
Myriad ephemeral droplets abound
And frolic in a mist one glorious trice
Before returning, terror-bound, coalescing,
What once had been the only life they knew…

Perhaps our fear of change provides a clue
Why human arts nor nature's quite suffice
To sustain us in awareness of our blessing.

— Josh Mitteldorf 3/14