Drip, Drip, Drip

I said, "Sometimes I feel
like a drip that has no where
else to fall but down."

She said, "There are those
who believe in the ability of drips
to cut through stone."

I replied, "If only I should be
so lucky so as to live to the end
of the forsaken millennia."

She asked, "When did you
begin siding with those
who condemn the times?"

I answered, "Yesterday, early,
when I awoke to the sound
of the dripping faucet."

She said, "Each plip is
a blessing.  Each plop,
a sign of divine love."