V5
Rain falls in a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop at Joo Chiat
filtering the street
glossing the roads
greening the trees.
How far has a single drop come,
from an abundunance in the sky
that could no longer contain its joy,
onto a red tiled roof sloping down,
to fall on my daughter's upturned face?
A drop that perhaps started in a sea,
rolling off the top of a jellyfish bobbing in the waves;
or before that, in a river
gushing through mangrove roots
towards the rhythm of the ocean;
or even before, in an icy spring
gurgling from a mountaintop
before cascading into the river,
so now, under that tiled roof,
her dimples catch and hold
the surge of spring, river, sea
before it flows,
down her legs into earth,
richer now with her wonder.
V3
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V4
Rain falls in a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop at Joo Chiat
filtering the street
glossing the roads
greening the trees.
How far has a single drop come,
from an abundunance in the sky
that could no longer contain its joy,
onto a red tiled roof sloping down,
to fall on my daughter's upturned face?
A drop that perhaps started in a sea,
rolling off the top of a jellyfish bobbing in the waves;
or before that, diving with a river dolphin in the mangrove towards the rhythm of the ocean;
or even before, in an icy spring
gurgling from a mountaintop cascading down past jumping salmon
so now, under that tiled roof,
her dimples catch and hold
the surge of spring, river, sea
before it flows,
down her legs into earth,
richer now with her wonder.
---
V2
Rain falls like a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop at Joo Chiat
filtering the street
glossing the roads
greening the trees
How far has a single drop come?
From an abundunance in the sky
that could no longer contain its joy
onto a red tiled roof sloping down,
to fall on my daughter's upturned face,
a drop that perhaps started in a sea
on the back of a fish dancing in the waves
or before that, in a river drawn
towards the rhythm of the ocean
or even before, in a stream
on top of snowcapped mountains
tracing sinous curves down earth into the river
so now, under that tiled roof,
her dimples catch and hold
the surge of stream, river, sea
before it flows,
down her legs back to earth,
rich now with her wonder.
---
Rain falls like a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop
filtering the street
The road glossy
The leaves bright green
Raindrops falling falling
How far has a single drop travelled?
From an abundunance in the sky that could no longer contain its joy,
thru seeming nothingness
onto a red tiled roof sloping down
To fall on her upturned face
To think that drop started in a sea
A drop that perhaps started in a sea,
rolling off the top of a jellyfish bobbing in the waves;
on the back of a fish,
Or before that in a river inexorably towards the lap of the ocean
Or even before, in a stream up on a mountain tracing the sinous curves of earth into the river
V3
Rain falls in a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop at Joo Chiat
filtering the street
glossing the roads
greening the trees.
How far has a single drop come,
from an abundunance in the sky
that could no longer contain its joy,
onto a red tiled roof sloping down,
to fall on my daughter's upturned face?
A drop that perhaps started in a sea,
rolling off the back of a fish dancing in the waves;
or before that, in a river
slipping through mangrove roots
towards the rhythm of the ocean;
or even before, in an icy spring
gurgling from a mountaintop
as it traced sinuous curves into the river,
so now, under that tiled roof,
her dimples catch and hold
the surge of spring, river, sea
before it flows,
down her legs into earth,
richer now with her wonder
V3
Rain falls in a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop at Joo Chiat
filtering the street
glossing the roads
greening the trees.
How far has a single drop come,
from an abundunance in the sky
that could no longer contain its joy,
onto a red tiled roof sloping down,
to fall on my daughter's upturned face?
A drop that perhaps started in a sea,
rolling off the back of a fish dancing in the waves;
or before that, in a river
slipping through mangrove roots
towards the rhythm of the ocean;
or even before, in an icy spring
gurgling from a mountaintop
as it traced sinuous curves into the river,
so now, under that tiled roof,
her dimples catch and hold
the surge of spring, river, sea
before it flows,
down her legs into earth,
richer now with her wonder.
---
V2
Rain falls like a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop at Joo Chiat
filtering the street
glossing the roads
greening the trees
How far has a single drop come?
From an abundunance in the sky
that could no longer contain its joy
onto a red tiled roof sloping down,
to fall on my daughter's upturned face,
a drop that perhaps started in a sea
on the back of a fish dancing in the waves
or before that, in a river drawn
towards the rhythm of the ocean
or even before, in a stream
on top of snowcapped mountains
tracing sinous curves down earth into the river
so now, under that tiled roof,
her dimples catch and hold
the surge of stream, river, sea
before it flows,
down her legs back to earth,
rich now with her wonder.
---
Rain falls like a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop
filtering the street
The road glossy
The leaves bright green
Raindrops falling falling
How far has a single drop travelled?
From an abundunance in the sky that could no longer contain its joy,
thru seeming nothingness
onto a red tiled roof sloping down
To fall on her upturned face
To think that drop started in a sea on the back of a fish,
Or before that in a river inexorably towards the lap of the ocean
Or even before, in a stream up on a mountain tracing the sinous curves of earth into the river
V3
Rain falls in a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop at Joo Chiat
filtering the street
glossing the roads
greening the trees.
How far has a single drop come,
from an abundunance in the sky
that could no longer contain its joy,
onto a red tiled roof sloping down,
to fall on my daughter's upturned face?
A drop that perhaps started in a sea,
rolling off the back of a fish dancing in the waves;
or before that, in a river
slipping through mangrove roots
towards the rhythm of the ocean;
or even before, in an icy spring
gurgling from a mountaintop
as it traced sinuous curves into the river,
so now, under that tiled roof,
her dimples catch and hold
the surge of spring, river, sea
before it flows,
down her legs into earth,
richer now with her wonder.
---
V2
Rain falls like a curtain before me
at the coffeeshop at Joo Chiat
filtering the street
glossing the roads
greening the trees
How far has a single drop come?
From an abundunance in the sky
that could no longer contain its joy
onto a red tiled roof sloping down,
to fall on my daughter's upturned face,
a drop that perhaps started in a sea
on the back of a fish dancing in the waves
or before that, in a river drawn
towards the rhythm of the ocean
or even before, in a stream
on top of snowcapped mountains
tracing sinous curves down earth into the river
so now, under that tiled roof,
her dimples catch and hold
the surge of stream, river, sea
before it flows,
down her legs back to earth,
rich now with her wonder.
---
at the coffeeshop
filtering the street
The road glossy
The leaves bright green
Raindrops falling falling
How far has a single drop travelled?
From an abundunance in the sky that could no longer contain its joy,
thru seeming nothingness
onto a red tiled roof sloping down
To fall on her upturned face
To think that drop started in a sea on the back of a fish,
Or before that in a river flowing inexorably towards the lap of the ocean
Or even before, in a stream up on a mountain tracing the sinous curves of earth into the river
All this before it falls on her face,
So the power of stream river sea,
are caught in her dimples
Where it aborbs her essence too
Her joy at the world at the wonder of rain this sunday,
Before rolls it down down down down
back to earth at her feet.
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