Fragile

Sometimes the most delicate touch of water
A few drops from the neighbor's sprinkler
Just as the streetlights wink on
It does set off a cascade of thoughts
About how something as seemingly trivial
As perfectly ordinary as this confluence
Can be a source of lasting pleasure
The cynic in me insists in a whisper
"Enjoy it while you can, friend"
When who's to claim it need ever end
"Just hold that thought," as they say
It can be very fragile.