Wednesday, July 9, 2008

"Clean"

Hot water falls gently,
Cascading on my face,
One fleeting moment now preserved,
Lost in inner space.
Steam, in swirls, rises,
As rushing water fills my mind,
And a thousand droplets drizzle
Down, leaving lazy trails behind.
Down, Down, Down,
And all is washed away,
As tired bones and anxious thoughts
All softly, slowly fade...


I love showers... ;-)

1 comment:

lara said...

you are so your father's son! i remember him once explaining to me how showers can solve all problems--if you are too hot, take one to cool off; too cold, take one to warm up; tired and need to wake up; need to relax so you can sleep; the list just went on and on...not a poem but so much truth.

hope you are doing well.