Just a drop.

Even if I inhabited as much space

as my ambition drives me to,

I would still just be

a single drop of morning dew

on the tip of a lacy jadeite fern frond,

reaching its delicate fingertips from the root

of a towering evergreen, stretching heavenward

in the middle of an ancient rainforest

near the expansive Pacific coastline

on a single,

foggy,

dripping day.