Desert Puddle:

Some thoughts on evanescence

Savoring raindrops
falling from blue immensities
it's easy to forget I'm a puddle –
a liquid anomaly
in a world where moisture is rare

Soon after each storm dissipates
and clouds disappear from sight
my existence becomes nothing
but a hollow depression –
a medley of microscopic dust
among hardened clay

Then when clouds thicken
and raindrops reappear
life returns suddenly
as myriads of creatures around me
awaken in brief frenzies

After that, the desert sun returns
as my belly shrinks once again
and the puddle where I once played
becomes a parched cake of dirt
until the next cycle begins