as if one drop of water can’t distinguish from another. looking at each drop, it knows it is mirror to everything around it. some fall into sink, basin, tub, bucket, some fall into the soul, some evaporate quickly after forming, some soak into skin or mud or soil. a drop, I thought, looks much like itself but upon inspection has the glassy image of the surroundings bent convex around itself. I looked at my cat’s paw, droplets wicked, he flings them off his hair. there is a canyon threaded between the hair which collects at the back of his neck.