trickle

it always strikes me
and warmer than cold
the illuminant kindness
of strangers

from years of pain
and anguish sewn
a trickle of droplets
the yield
of tearful reward

humility

from fevered years
of toil and pain
from that pressure
squeezed, like
coal
the soul produces diamond

one
diminutive
perfect
droplet

window to that
place from which
come reasons why