dropped

there’s a flood experienced
one drop at a time.

one drop
of rain.
squeezed from the cloud,
fighting dry wind,
crushed by the hard desert floor.
or falling helplessly to the puddle,
lost in all the others.
rain drop.
one drop
gone.

one drop
of sweat.
effort leaking out,
crossing the nose bridge,
dropped with weight to the floor.
salt of the covenant,
shed not to be diluted.
one drop
done.

one drop
one tear.
quietly slipping unseen,
swept gently aside.
not heavy,
yet not light.
this one drop,
weighs a ton.

one drop
of oil.
evidence of a pressing,
small precious offering,
slips through the hold,
pregnant with purpose.
run down,
one drop
again.

one drop
of blood.
also squeezed, pressed, shed.
weightless moving towards the weighty,
staining its wake,
shaken loose in trembling.
one drop,
one son,
it’s done.

one drop
carries it all.
this rain,
one drop to ripple the pond.
this sweat,
saturated salt of the earth.
this tear,
not missed in inventory count.
this oil,
the beginning of a pour.
this blood,
well, all of life in this death.
one drop
might be enough,
just enough.

one drop,
falls to the lowest,
deepest place.
a concentrated taste,
of a higher place.
all the fullness,
in the one.
the flood is starting,
starting with one.