Connectivity

Rain droplets skydive around me,

my peripheral vision veers

into a velvety blur,

Presence in the moment,

that intersection of Time & Place.

Percussion, a palate--

passion performed

What if,

I thought, the last droplet

that leapt off of my face

like a tap dancer on an

extra-spring-loaded,

ultra-taught trampoline--

what if the particles within it

had previously danced

atop the cheek

of a girl on the other side of the world,

pondering, just like me?

--TBJ (2016)