By Sean Toomey (‘21)
The sound of the water falling into the sink slowly intensifies.
Like a metronome setting the mundane pace for the rest of his life.
Nowhere to go, no one to be
To the naked eye the sink is pristine, nothing concerning except the occasional
Those who can truly see him know a different story.
It’s clear that more water wants to escape, but nonetheless, the sink never alters the hypnotic pace of
A faucet condemned to the duty of a dam
One so thick that it seems like water will never flow from that sink again.