Author’s note: Just because it felt right to repost this poem today, here is a repost of a poem I wrote in January.
This poem was written in listening —
to myself and to all that surrounds me.
Memory of Me
A raindrop
fell on another drop,
and the drops on other drops,
so many drops falling on drops,
One of them flowed down from the Himalayas,
joined the Ganges,
carried away impurities, sculpted rocks,
fed cities, polished shores,
raised hills, carved out immense valleys,
built bridges, cooled and evaporated in the summer,
and rose to the heavens, drew clouds, eclipsed the sun,
dominated the day, the night, the seasons,
Fell again, j
joined other drops, sailed oceans,
built waves, drew sandbanks,
sustained life, quenched thirst and hunger,
then evaporated, returned to the Himalayas, and froze,
descended mountains, ran, created divinities,
evaporated, fell from the skies, fertilized,
And now, all that water
lives in me, just as I am!
© Rolando Andrade, 2025
Can you imagine what all of your cells began as, just simple drops of protein not capable of doing much but somehow they found a way to join others and grow until there were 36 trillion individual cells that discovered they had become a universe called Rolando Andrade.
The water the ingredients of life brings
and in my heart its DNA sings
a song in a poem
carrying me home.