I was born of the darkness
Beneath sky, above soil
When down fell a snowflake
And missed its pink goal
I trickled and wept
Towards false firmament
Mingled in earth’s ashes
My birth was ignored
I once was a snowflake
Or some part of me
Pure, shapely, docile
My form was to be
But fate then denied me
The pleasures of shape
I met no warm welcome
No tongue or pavement
No giggle of joy
Or crystalline sight
Just muck on the sidewalk
A bothersome plight
A thing without purpose
Fascination or wonder
A beast born of two worlds
A nuisance asunder
So call me a mud drop
A collective gathering
No form without comrades
No goal to my being
I exist as I am
Evanescent, oblique
Unimportant to passerby
Not essential, not unique
My beauty unexamined
Except to those who peek
Know me as Mud Drop
I die as I breathe
STARSMIRK 