Drop leaves Faucet
carefully –
slyly looking both ways
like a prisoner in a daring escape,
takes a breath
closes eyes,
Launches!
free falling bliss
to desperate reconsideration
wind pulls delicate skin
and all is quiet
Drop shatters into
a million shining sparks on a stainless steel
tundra,
Transforms into something infinitely soft.
Take one last look, Drop, at a cold grey world and
drain toward something
altogether new
written 4.23.13
Leave a reply to Steve E Cancel reply