THE FAUCET

The faucet drips

It’s consistent

At first it pained me

Made me anxious

Made me uncomfortable

I tried to fix it

It needed something

I didn’t have

I could have

Turned off the water

But that wouldn’t fix

What was broken

So I sat with it

Listened to the drip

Became one with the drip

Realized the drip

Had a lot to say

About me

About who I was

The drip was wise

And I got used

To the sound

Made it a part of me

And now… if it got fixed

I would be broken