Time for cleansing my body, my mind and soul
Water falls as the temperature rises to a point just beyond perfect
Clothes tossed, curtain pulled, big steps in, over the edge safely
Pleasureful sting of the pulsing waters, my ritual begins
Hair first, follicles opening to a sea of scented suds and massaging finger tips
Inhaling the green tea and mint, my mind awakens from it’s morning fog
Thoughts rush to be the first one of my pondering, which will capture my attention
Arms and pits, chest and trunk, legs and naughty bits as the Monty Python boys call them
Hair rinsed then a careful turn back to the flowing stream, less sting more soothing now
What waits for me in the world outside of this flimsy dollar store shower curtain liner
Contemplating challenges, I pray for a peaceful day and sometimes more
Otherwise as I ready myself for departing this cleansing chamber, I search for them
Three men in my tub, always there, their faces found amongst the folds and creases of that cheap liner
Grouchy looking lot, what do they want of me, did I miss a spot, did I carelessly splash soap in their eyes
Who knows! Maybe they just want me to clean the tub
Maybe I’ll ask them tomorrow