• One Drop •

There is nothing that makes me feel more

infinitely small

than staring out at the open ocean.

To feel the waves touch my feet,

knowing that their power

rendered hard rocks

into soft sand…

To know

that this one ocean

would be nothing

were it not for

every drop of water

that makes her.

What pure magic to stand

solitary on the shoreline,

being reminded that I — 

one drop of water — 

have an ocean

I belong to

that wouldn’t be

the same without me.


This poem is the first in a series of pieces that were inspired by prompts by the 6th graders of Fort Hunt Elementary School in Virginia. Their prompt was “ocean”.


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For more from this author, visit their blog, Elayna Musings.

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