Valentine from Mark Sargent


the bon mots of rain drops colliding


by Mark Sargent


 Drip pith and bounce


a ballet of blips


melding of the fall


the many into one


before cloud


before sky before


the great sorrow


that started it all.




Liquid we move


where gravity says


and blurp


as we merge




beh-loop beh-loop


plosions of water


dropping into water,


swallowed to mass,


fluid smithereens caroming


off the soft walls of our lives.




Then the plug is pulled,


they eddy, fail


and vanish, a humorless


fricative complaint.




The very everyday pain of loss


that stretches to the end


is waterproof,


adheres like skin,


for water is not


the only element.




14 February 2016