am i just a rod of rain water?
caressing the details of
a spacious and silent ocean?

am i just a voice in a choir?
as good as having mouth a phrase
mouthed by a hundred other?

am i just a single stroke of paint?
a superfluous, artistic finishing touch
to a masterpiece of colours?  

am i?

can i ever be a single word in poetry?
singular yet serious?
and not:

inconsequential?