Drain

Drain

Listening to the drained
water rushing toward
something more free
than my faucet
The noise making me feel
sloth-slow
one wall to the other
in search of something
to occupy my need to love
or just touch someone.

Me as droplet
racing to rejoin the ocean
of thoughts and feelings
left behind when broken off
(or I guess broken up)
whatever it is you call it
whenever you leave.

Gone and loned
listening to stupid sounds
like the drain.

-Sara on July 30, 1998