Water Muse | April 27, 2012

Between the roof tiles by the skylight
Soft, insinuating waters squeeze
Through to afternoon kitchen rafters
Trickling through with consummate ease

Saturating wood with daring stains
They separate to slight suicidal globes
That fall innocuously in quiet slaps and plops
That minuet the plastic of the sink bowl
Striking in strict tempo on enamel
Tarantellas onto two chrome taps

Mingling again haphazardly
Each droplet joins its myriad team
The army invincible that overwhelms
Returning surreptitious to the earth

Like Shakespeare’s clouds of words
That pound down rafters of years
Through tiles of generations
On into each thinking brain


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