Poetry

Raindrop on Paper Hat

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.