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

 


Prompt:

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.