The 'Breaking News'
is all we know.
Cannot comprehend
the water drop
that was born
under the lamp post
when it had no company
but the dogs
and liquor.
The water drop
that was born
near the window seat
behind those expensive shades
which always saw
the dusk.
The water drop
that was born
on the pillow
that had pills underneath
and absorbed
all it can.
The years of survival
are ascending
yet
the years of life
are descending.
The tic toc needles
pierce deep
when we turn our heads
to the sides.
The 'Breaking News'
is all we know.
Nothing less.
Nothing beyond.