A metal tub, filled to the brim, on a background of rippling water
Bathing, Six Weeks into Carrying On
Beneath the foam I sink, my ears submerged
to embryonic depths. Immersed in dampened
thumps. Redundant drub, the throb that thrums
a cadence, keeping time in measured meter.
Too fast, perhaps, from caffeine's daily nudge --
belying the alleviating heat.
Muscles decompressing, I tune into
pitter-patter drips from the loose faucet,
uneven tempo, no regularity. A pattern
of beat, lilt, bounce and flow. Dribbling
atop the drumbeat of the nervous heart.
To calm the mind, wrest back the tempo. Inhale.