Twisting the knobs
On comes the water
Crashing, drumming down
On the tub floor
After a moment
You step in
Absorbing the warmth
Embraced by the pattering droplets
Soothed by the simplest of things
Eased into a sense of safety
Naked, yet somehow,
Never more clothed and protected
Inaudibly, rivers run
Down your cheeks
To your chin
To the floor
Crouching, close to the ground
From whence your ancestors came
Longing to claim you
Too afraid to stop
To turn it off
To emerge into the open air
Yet
Flesh turning pink
Like that of a kittens nose
Signals you it is time
To cool down
Slowly, carefully
Standing
One last moment in embrace
Caressed by the water
Then
Going through the motions...
- Jay M
May 28th, 2019
