Faces

(Photo by Mike Hall-Courtesy of Holmes County farmer-Hub)
Faces

The water

d
r
i
p
s fromthe faucet’s nose.
The cold water reflects the light from
the bare bulb onthe wall.
With a cautious expression, the
hot water knob on the left
stares at me.
The overflow drain of the sink
grunts at me as I walk into
the bathroom to wash my face.

When I worked for a newspaper in Millersburg, Ohio, I lived in an upstairs apartment in this old house, and the bathroom sink was this old-fashioned style item with the features that seems to talk to me.  This poems was first published along with a photo of the sink in the newspaper…. Elias Tobias.
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