I don’t ask for a feast
Just a meal, will do
A seat, not a suite
A place, not a palace

I need to be loved, not lauded
Give me a letter not a lecture
A chat not a cheer
A note, not a cantata

I want enough, not nothing
But more is not better
A flood would swamp me
A fortune would confuse

And anyway,
What’s worth having  
In this infinite space
Is not the stars and planets

But this raindrop
Just landed
On the back
Of my hand.