By Francis Scudellari
I.
I find myself
Lingering longer, lured
By snaking water's steamy hiss
Closed-lid led from
Time, tempted thoughts a-drift,
Do drops, drained with cascading warmth
Re-called, perhaps
To gestational bath
A pre-personal memory
Tethered within
Maternal mind, free-floats
Cocooned, promise still borne, unspoiled
Or back further,
In cellular yearning
Immersed, primordial being
Washed, by dying
Stars' divine spark upward
Evolving, a chained reaction
6 comments:
WOW I wish I could get that much satisfaction from my showers! :-)
Well done Francis.
~JD
Thanks JD. I take my inspiration where I can get it. I still need to finish the second half ... so hold your praise until you see where it ends up :).
I like this one..in some ways a shower can be mystical and a time of thought
pleasantly flowing verses. You can be a poet.
I agree completely Robert ... and since I don't go to church anymore, I have to make my spiritual connections in the mundane.
Thanks Jena ... I'm try very hard to be one :).
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