I Wish I Was a Drop of Dew

I wish I was beautiful
the way a single drop of dew looks
before she joins a puddle to
muck out the rest of her days.
I want to be as virtuous
as that chaste droplet
she saves herself for the right
perfect, exact moment
when the Cosmos agree,
And her little liquidy body
melts into one of her larger fellows
holding onto her virginity until the end
of her morning and the reassuring spring rain.
I wonder at the flexibility of her temper
the agileness of her emotions
anchoring her to her birthplace
until she goes rolling off.
I wish I was that fearless.