droplet world

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.


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