Wednesday, 15 January 2020

One Drop by Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

At some point,
in the lifespan of my soul,

I want to know what it’s like
to be one drop of rain.

To fall from the sky and splash
into a flower,

and then linger
in its luxurious core.

Perhaps I could then,
ever so slowly,

like the beginning of a rollercoaster,
dive from petal to ground,

and then nestle myself deeper,
deeper, deeper,

into the warmth
of an inviting earth,

simply to rest forever
in her arms. 


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz is a Pushcart Prize and Dwarf Stars Award nominee who also works as a professional visual artist. Her poetry has been featured in Modern Haiku, The Heron's Nest, Bones, NHK World Haiku Masters, The Mainichi, and dozens of other publications. Her first chapbook, says the rose, was published by Yavanika Press in 2019.

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