The water from the sky

The water from the sky

drops as beads

looking like morning dew

strings of pearls

could be

wrapped around my neck

and the story

memorized

suddenly deflates, drips,

doesn’t hold my reflection

the way these drops of

water do.

Sometimes in the morning

I find these green leaves with

dew drops

on their tips

as if, we aren’t inside and

the sky sent night clouds to

lull our dreamy bodies.

as if, both of our bodies

released the heat of

yesterday, slept until

at least one of us was changed

—who can say.

as if, what we need is inside.