An Ode to Faucets
I've been enjoying the occasional foray into writing sonnets about small things in daily life. So here is another, this one about the unsung marvel which is the faucet. Please note that I have been--at least briefly--personally acquainted with each of the faucets which I describe in the later part of the poem!
The faucet--most uncelebrated thing,
Alas--I’ll write an ode to it today;
Its praises I shall rise alone and sing,
Remind us of its service. I shall say
It brings us that most needful thing of all--
Just water--forms the kindly conduit
From metal networks laced within the wall
To simple flow of water. Stop, emit
From plump and ancient spigots hot and cold,
Or newest motion-sensor off and on,
Or varnish-peeled or chrome as good as old
With porcelain knobs, acrylic stained and gone
At fifty years. What matters? Come and go
Of water keeps us living with its flow.
Thanks, I enjoyed your ode. Charming and clever.