What happened that time
when you looked at your teardrop,
alive, under a microscope?
Did you see something there
which did not come from you?
Was it born, the teardrop?
Or did it die? Does it live,
does it live? Does some of it live
inside? Did you let it go with grace?
What did you let go, what is lost?
What was locked in there, alive,
that had to be released?
From microscopic to gigantic
and back again we go,
with teardrops, alive,
under a microscope.