by Susan McGill
(1989)
Mist fell-upon my face
When I fell into the realm-
of influences and spells-
The mist collected on my-
eyelashes.
-Droplets-rolled gently
down my-delicate cheeks
-tears?-
Falling-
from the sky-
Rippling-
in the puddles-
a stream is formed-
bits of Earth-are moved-
Unwilling by-
Others.-