Water can go anywhere and I’d like to say
Where it wants to go. It screams through
A tea ***, or through the stone-sized hole
In the glass. If I shut-off from the way it
Picks up dirt in the grout, the vibrations
From downstairs will scatter it nowhere.
TV you aren’t watching becomes likes
Gossip; and below is an advertisement for
White crosses on the highway not too far
From me. This is one of many nights I
Couldn’t be bothered in, even by a calling
Star. The breath of missed time between
Us speaks to someone long gone, besides,
It won’t move me with electricity constantly
In my ears. If it happens to fall, I’ll wish on
It, in spite of facts I’m committed to for
Something slow and radical, like contentment.
Now, that’s empty and ponder-worthy, as rain
Falling from space, ready to mindless move
Across the kitchen, graciously squeezed from stone.