A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Forest for the Trees

Late this evening the rain hit me
and I realized, while most often I saw
the drops as a body, coursing this way and that to the earth,
today I have watched oddly, eyes darting here and there,
frenetically attempting to catch each droplet,
assembling each frame in my head,
as if the snapshots would help my concentration.

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