Late for Class

it’s 7:53—

there is dense mist over the pond

rolling into a drizzling cloud

water-droplets cling

to the lower hemisphere

of possum-haw berries

gripping for life

their being and strength

holding purpose

the fall

is terrifying

unknown

when the droplets make their way

over the blades of grass

and through the soil

they will find the water table

the pond

realizing the insignificance

of ever holding

onto the gleaming-red berries

for now

they lie on the surface

astonished

they survived the fall