Coping by Audre Lorde
It has rained for five days running the world is a round puddle of sunless water where small islands are only beginning to cope a young boy in my garden is bailing out water from his flower patch when I ask him why he tells me young seeds that have not seen sun forget and drown easily.
— The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde by Audre Lorde (Page 267)