Sweet Paradox

when the rain drop drops
into the puddle
does it think
"ahhhhh, sweet reunion"

or does it look up wistfully,

reminiscing it's freedom
in free fall,

remembering it's momentary
embodiment
of singularity,

mourning it's loss
of independence?

when the rain drop drops
into the puddle
does it finally feel the taste of home,

dissolving into belonging,
glad not to feel the tension
of it's edges anymore,

or does it wonder
when the path will lead
back to self hood?

when the rain drop drops
into the puddle
does it celebrate the feeling
of togetherness,

relishing in the unwavering
support all around,

or does it feel
suddenly claustrophobic,

lost to itself in the sea
of otherness?

when the rain drop drops
into the puddle
does it rejoice or revolt?

squirm or surrender?

laugh or cry?

when the rain drop drops
into the puddle

I like to imagine it recognizes
the sweet paradox

of being wholly welcomed

into the holy whole?