Day 18

Fountain of Blessings


to reward the unwoken trundle to the tub

turn on the hot and cold taps, and mix


their left and right extremes till best

for hand, for body – step into the shower


that sprays its fingers, it falls, massaging down

and wiping foggy dreams right down the drain


wakey, wakey! Let inspiring vapours of the shower

loosen choked up bronchioles, so nostrils blow


and the walls and mirrors get misty – I’d

soap and scrub, and rinse the yesterday


and yester night, stream past the puddles

where my feet soften, and let the shower


grasp and claim whatever ground up wishes

it can later re-gift to the soil – the shower


even refreshes dusty memories of a faraway drought

briefly, as they also get washed away, and down


below these pipes – I can step out revived

since immersed, surrender the enamelled arena


in today’s victory – good always prevails there

and now towelled and blessed – leave the bath womb


and take the poured absolution to the newly

birthed day – may the blessings shower down



Saffron – April 2020



Our optional prompt for the day also honors the idea of Saturday (the Saturdays of the soul, perhaps?), by challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket. Discovering a bird’s nest in a lilac bush or just looking up at the sky and watching the clouds go by.