If you have ever lived through a kitchen remodel, then you know this sweet song of victory over the forces of chaos…
can it be?
she might at last
at last grasp that which
had before this only
lived in shadow, not substance
Where plumbers weave their sweet magic
fairy dust, incantations, and pipe
hot springs that wait in the earth are summoned
And water shall flow, sweet and cleansing
Listen…the pipes begin to sing;
ancient song once played by nymphs
Oh sweet running water!
Thou hast captured me
I am spellbound;
healed at last
The form of this poem is each line increasing, then decreasing, by one syllable.