by Paul Beilstein
Out of the vapor, an ovaloid droplet,
on this day or that,
drops with four trillion gallons-worth or so
all over the world.
Slightly more than half of what falls
evaporates back to the atmosphere.
The rest soaks in.
That I might become vapor
near a cumulonimbus cloud,
that I might disappear
and stay that way forever
is improbable. Today,
while it rains,
I’m wearing a folded-newspaper hat.
It looks like a sailboat.
The newspaper was getting wet anyway,
and waiting to become nothing
really opened up my day.
*Photo courtesy katerha.