I reached out and up 
and caught a raindrop once
that had fallen, after days
of no rain, the sole drop
splattered there on my sleeve,
a tiny main island surrounded
by aqueous archipelago

Micronesia birthed
from four thousandths
a milligram of raindrop
splayed on my shirt's gray cotton

And I watched as it didn't fade-away
for nearly an hour

In the end I bid it adieu,
and smeared the drop's remnants finally with my thumb,
the tiny beads of water dissolving through the fabric
touching the skin beneath my sleeve,
colder than I'd anticipated

Enough weight and wet
to instill a shiver

cc: Chagall 2021