Rough Draft #1

Faucet
Have you ever stared at a faucet long enough?
Have you dipped hands below the coolness of water,
And tried to clasp on, to grasp the water, as it goes

Only to fail. The water striking the days dirt from pores, and
Splashing against the basin with fever
The waterthe dirtskin cellsall of it
Churning and mixing together at the bottom of the basin, until
They, hand in hand, dance through the pipes toward the
Sea as one. No longer dirt, no longer water
But only sea. All of it coming together to mean life.

Rough Draft #2

Faucet
Have you tried to clasp on?
Water washing away a days dirt,
Have you felt the coolness of water

As knuckles whiten, and fingers strangle

Rushing like Congo, fulvous streams of blue

Clenching and unclenching

Knocking against the white basin with fever

WaterDirtSkins cells Churned, chopped,
Mixed. Muddled without prejudice. All of you baptized
Into the sink by a faucet, grey necked, knobbed handed,

Sanctifying in the experience,

As the ocean welcomes all of you home.
Rough Draft #3
Faucet

Clenching, unclenching,

water flowing

knocks against

white basin, with fever

water

skins cells

chopped.

churned.

dirt
mixed.

muddled without prejudice. all of you baptized

the sink

by a faucet,

the holy

river

as water
and

into

grey necked, knobb handed,

Sanctifying
cleanses

the pipes

in the experience,
me of you washing away

lead

tooceanwhereall
ofmeiswelcomed
broughttreceived
takenhomeapipe
dreamHeavensfailingsthingsevena
pipeandfaucetcando.