She peered at the droplet. Standing tippy-toed. Careful not to shake it loose.
Yep, there was her world, all upside downish. Like a watery snow globe turned to be shaken.
Latest night, all streaking sky, shrieking trees, exploding nature and besieged window panes.
This morning, a clean calmness. Sluiced away detritus and grime.
Tiny backyard with lone, straggling, struggling rambling rose.
Metaphor for her life.
“To see a world in a drop of rain*,” she wrote years later in her journal.
* Auguries of Innocence – William Blake (1802/03)
To see a world in a Grain of Sand/And a Heaven in a Wild Flower/Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand/And Eternity in an hour.
For Sunday Photo Fiction, July 3, 2016
PS: I called the contraption last week a well mechanism as poetic/artistic license. I thought it might be a catapult of some sort. Thanks for the info.