within
an empty bowl
rain
pit pat
runs down the edges
pools
in the center
insects come
drink
drown
birds
have their fill then
tears
run down cheeks
salty
like the ocean
in waves
an empty bowl
remaining empty
except
now wet dirt
specks
remnants
of the past life
visited
a shadow
passes over
long tree fingers
one green leaf falls
with no wind
it is enough
for the bowl
rain
pit pat
runs down the edges
pools
in the center
insects come
drink
drown
birds
have their fill then
tears
run down cheeks
salty
like the ocean
in waves
an empty bowl
remaining empty
except
now wet dirt
specks
remnants
of the past life
visited
a shadow
passes over
long tree fingers
one green leaf falls
with no wind
it is enough
for the bowl