Imagine

Sculpture - Nazar Bilyk, Rain, Ukraine 2016

Imagine 
we live within a crystal orb,
moving through a thunderstorm.

Raindrops 
strike the surface. Curved. Clear. Clean.
The sound is songful. Rhythmic. Serene.

You’re safe. 
Comfortable. Satisfied.
You know how to live this inside life.

But,
on especially quiet nights, 
do you ever wonder what it’s like outside?

Focus
on a solitary drop.
Zig. Collide. Zag. Combine.

Trace
a fingertip along, as it crawls
seemingly randomly across the curved wall.

The storm’s 
rage fades away
as you immerse in the raindrop’s parade.

To you,
the drop is dry.  
Perception is skewed. It’s a beautiful lie.

Constrained. 
Bounded from the really-rain.
Yet you’re so close, so very almost.

The drop…
as it wends and descends…
is it the drop that started by the end?

Its truth…
can it move you as deeply
through the crystal boundary between?

If you knew 
you could step through, 
would you? Would you choose to do it?

Vulnerable?
Comfort behind?
Exposed to thunderclap and lightning strike?

Drenched 
in huge revelations!
Deluged by multitudinous sensations!

Nostalgia
would try to bridle you
back into a finite view.

Back
won’t feel appealing though, 
after your isness has been in The More. 

Which then?
Comfort? Or curiosity?
We decide. We have that liberty.

Cling?
To Was and Safety?
Or release! To feel what can be!

Lee DeNoya - Stillwater, June 2022
Inspired by Phi Remi