The faucet drips

And the water screams sublime.

Waiting for my inevitable drop

Looking down at the end

Hoping for my time.

The act is clear.

Then soon

I jumped

I leapt

I assumed

Yet I didn’t fear

Until it felt the wind

And saw

The view from halfway down.

A summer sun

Shining brightly

Through the drip now

It’s flying down

You can see more here than

At the faucet now?

It’s okay now, or so it would be if

I wasn’t so far away.

I have a better view now.

Now that I’ve seen

The view from halfway down

Did it make the wrong decision?

Did I cross the line?

Is it too late?

Have I finally run out of time?

The grandfather clock totters

As the sun is out of sight

I am here.

I am near

I wish I could go back in time.

When there were other drops way before mine

But the time is near.

Although it is just a wish

What now could slow this drop?

Whatever can I do to reach the safety back at the top

But this is it.

What’s done is done.

But do I wish I could have known about

The view from halfway down.