Gravity

Karl Plank

When night calls for sounds

to cease, the barred owl

yet cries "Who cooks for you?"

and somewhere a woman

slippers through the dark

to a kitchen where water drips（滴水槽）

a slow beat on the worn basin.

She nooses the tap with string,

a strand that drops to the drain（下水道）,

and waits for each bead

to catch the thread and

descend into a well of silence

not even night can bring.