Mercy Drops
By Michael Carter

. . . it was a Summer rain,
falling.
Down the sidewalk she came,
walking,
a girl catching raindrops with her tongue.
Mercy drops.
I smile at the memory as I did at the seeing
of childlikeness, in motion,
a marriage of heaven and earth,
making
a wonder-filled
human.

We, the worldly wise, who flounder
in a sea of concentric circumstances, would do well to walk slowly in the rain and catch mercy drops with our tongues.