A Hundred Perfect Drops

I want to look at every
single
leaf
that has fallen,
that is laying

on the ground or
the pavement
after the rain

with hundreds of
perfect drops of wet
on its back
and surrounded
by a hundred others
just like it
but not the same at all --

-- I want to ask
How it got there, how did it fall?
And does it know the beauty of its place now?