Flow

The meter reader is a stocky young man.

Every time he comes, he must

Empty the kitchen cupboard, just

So he can read the water meter.

It is a strange routine, his plumber's crack exposed,

The house built, around the kitchen

Sink, over the water meter.



To late to move the meter,

Or install a new meter. The routine

Is necessary, we are in charge.

This only compares to others,

Which do not meter theirs.

They must carry it on head

And shoulders for all to behold.



Through inconvenience, we can understand,

We can take it or leave it, or move it to mars.

Our reluctance solaced; we survive.

We ponder of others, who's past we suspect,

And wish for them, to meter theirs.