a single droplet
pushes its way past the barrier
travels alone
forges its path
and merges with the road not taken

it continues along
silently
and slows at the edge
contemplates
readies

then stops as the surface starts to quiver
it looks back to find
a stampede has been started
the dam was broken
and a flood is brought forth
carrying the droplet down with them

off my chin
to be quickly wiped away
with shaking hands