I know how the slow dripping tap feels,
And more.
I know that sink won’t fill.
Not if the drops linger.
Water does not have a memory,
It forgets.
Or pays no attention,
Each orb the only world.
That reflection clearly has no eyes,
I hope.
Or it would see the sharp
Pain its coldness caused.
But as it clings to each droplet I
Wonder,
Do you try to savour
The reason for each drop?
Now I see, each droplet is a waste,
Insensitive.
So why do I listen
To you cold dripping tap?
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
I know how the slow dripping tap feels,
And more.
I know that sink won’t fill.
Not if the drops linger.
Water does not have a memory,
It forgets.
Or pays no attention,
Each orb the only world.
That reflection clearly has no eyes,
I hope.
Or it would see the sharp
Pain its coldness caused.
But as it clings to each droplet I
Wonder,
Do you try to savour
The reason for each drop?
Now I see, each droplet is a waste,
Insensitive.
So why do I listen
To you cold dripping tap?