Hot Shower
by William Manchee — Read all 38 poems by William Manchee
In the morning when I’m stiff and groggy
And my body struggles with the new day
There’s nothing better than a hot shower
To wash the haze and laziness away
Hot steam rising, floating, drifting
Dreams fleeing, dying, clearing
Beads of water soaking, stroking, pounding
Tensions melting, calming, easing
Eyes closed, I relish every drop of steamy fluid
Water flowing, dripping, drowning my skin
Feelings of freedom, exhilaration and utter delight
And all this pleasure without an ounce of sin
I linger, wishing these feelings to last forever
Mind wandering to memories of friendly faces
Across mountains, through valleys and across the seas
Soap sliding, gliding, caressing all the right places
Ideas conceived, problems solved, plots developed
So many dreams, hopes and ambitions raised
And nurtured in this tiny room of liquid enchantment
Another simple joy, the Lord be praised!
Eyes open, water off, I stand a new man, refreshed
Gone regrets, sad memories, ill will, guilt and remorse
All safely tucked far in the recesses of my subconscious
I step into the new day, a strong and vigorous force
Sunday, April 7, 2002
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