Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Place Poem: In a Shower

The water is more than murky at my feet.

A razor strips away unknown layers
My tan fades quickly

Shock!
A vision in the mirror. 
Bewildered. askew. The weeks without a reflection have melted my features 
They sit lopsided on my face. 

The water struggles to penetrate the mass of waxy hair atop my head 
Suds. Rinse. Suds. Rinse. Suds, Rinse?

At last I emerge anew, swaddled in a luxury I’d forgotten

Reveling in the delicious sweetness of remembrance