Showers: Two Perspectives
water courses over my limbs
making me my own river network
braiding and unbraiding
carrying away the salt and dust and weariness
the road laid down
opening my pores
letting my eyes see without clayed corners
unmatting my hair
unclogging my nails
leaving the clean damp sheen
of a free-breathing body
until I sigh and smile
and the boys cry
don’t make me do it!
