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