by Gwen Bindas
from her book, Sometimes in Summer (Finishing Line Press; 2012)

Droplets mingle. They whisper at high altitudes.

All that is present and all that is missing
Meet at the edge of great white towers.
Vapor condenses into mystery,
Into a darkened sky
Where particles have merged,
Mated, found a way to be heard.

Every raindrop that resounds on leaves
And awnings, streets and cars – a declaration:
The smallest of lovers have fallen to earth.