Repeat as Needed
A simple solution.
A small glass with ice and an amber liquid.
Perhaps a bit of slow jazz on the radio.
Let the broken things dissolve.
Let the sins of the day, the falling short,
The hurrying is done. The damage is done.
It is time to heal, and healing comes slow.
Let the water, steaming and crystal clean,
cleanse deeper than skin,
cleanse the deeper wounds, the unseen blood of the day.
Repeat as needed.
About this poem
Some people are shower people. Some are bath people. I am a bath person.
It has nothing to do with getting clean.