every drop
is an individual.
and oh my goodness gracious,
just look
at the power
they generate
when they
comes together
without forfeiting,
without giving up,
without yielding,
their own unique
well, dropedness.

tonight, as every night,
and every day,
i celebrate
to all who
around common interests
but refuse
to flock.
to all who
travel the
same path,
but refuse
to be herded.
to all
who think
for themselves,
ask questions
(sometimes pointedly),
who aren’t afraid
to sense
and feel . . .
i bow to you
and whisper
“please don’t
ever stop.”

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