Like a drop of rain,
hanging from the leaf -
that lofty precipice,
fluttering in the wind -
I fell from my spot in the heavens,
and crashed to the ground.

Singular, no longer,
I searched for my pieces,
and found many,
but some were taken by the other drops,
and by the grass.

I found myself, too,
with new parts grafted on,
and I became distressed.

So I cursed the earth,
for making me what I was,
for making me so fragile,
and so abundant
(that a droplet would go unnoticed).