EMPTY POT

ALMOST EMPTY POT

susan ambrosino

The drip, drip, drip of the kitchen faucet

is a calming, fluid, many sided drip

seeming to run along the musical scale, up and down

and you imagine sharps and flats in there as well

with an occasional mournful sound as in a minor key

but it's just a stainless steel pot left in the sink

with maybe a half inch of forgotten water in it

and you think how easy it would be to fall asleep

to this sound of dripping

especially on one of those nights when the mind won't quit

when you wish to be like the one single atom

you imagine never moves

at the very center

of a spinning wheel

then to rise and go about your day

feeling a happiness that makes you laugh out loud

to look out your window and notice the beauty

so incredible you want nothing more

then to die some distant day

almost empty like your pot

with the drip, drip, drip of all your wonderful memories

slowly falling away.