Puddles

Windows to the heavens

soul reflections

on the ground.

A great baptism

rhythmic ablutions

of tiny droplets

the essence of

all that is.

Our litter

our pollution

our progress

our past

our hate

our love

distilled into chemicals

administered in careful quantities

a cocktail without a set recipe.

The morning dawns

as clouds see fit

to pass across the sky

shuffling silently

make way for the majesty of the sun.

The reflections of heaven

multidimensional sinkholes

reflect now the iridescence

of a new day.