The Ocean

Here is a water droplet
Aware of an ocean
So near
So near ...
Where is it?
It can be heard
It can be felt.
But as soon as it's grasped
It can't be held.
It pours
It seeps
It is everywhere.
The drop of water
Is at first afraid
Not to know where it ends
And the ocean begins ...
" Where is the ocean?"
It wants to know.
The ocean carries the droplet
The ocean is made of this and many others.
The drop of water
Forgets itself
And suddenly
There is only the ocean
Made up of everything the drop of water is
And much much much more!



© Teresa Cochran 12/31/01