It's Still Life

Drip

Off the corner of the house,
from the gutter, raindrops fall.

Spilling over, dripping
like clapping clockwork.

Water carves rubble to dust,
don’t you know. Persistence.

    Drip.
    Drip.

Hypnotic. Meditate on it.
Be tortured by it. 

It drips into ditchwater.
Into a howling gorge.

    Drip.
    Drip.

No cure for thirst, though it
could scrub the moon clean.

Raindrops. Like white light.
Salt in a wound. A widow’s tear.

A river thinks immortality but
a dripping gutter knows better.

written for Miz Quickly’s Day 26: Fix It. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021