STANZAS OF STILLNESS: VANESSA ALPECHE IN FOCUS

Teardrop

I think perhaps I was a teardrop
in some other life;
crystal, fluid, with a rainbow
in each tangential point.

For one second I existed,
heaved one giant breath,
then spilled upon the bowels,
of the brown arid earth.

Through me a splinter of pain
was released into the world;
like light, after the darkness,
dazzling, blinding, then dead.

If you'll ask what I had accomplished
as a tear,
I, ever so humbly,
would only say:

"I once fed the rain."

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Vanessa Alpeche is from Publishing, Journals. Teardrop is one of three poetry pieces she submitted for the TULARAWAN exhibit.