The World in a Dewdrop

  My eye caught it before my mind saw it. My body had moved passed it. I moved back. A single hanging dewdrop.  Something about it stopped me. The boldness of its holding on. Defying the day’s sun starting to dry the neighboring berries. Reversing the gravity drawing it back…

Lifting

Sometimes a fog rolls in heavy. All at once with an overnight blanketing of the landscape. Vision cut short without any warning. Other times, it’s boiling-a-frog style. Slowly increasing morning by morning without enough difference from one layer to the next to cause any great alarm. Until one day, it’s…