“Head back eyes closed”

Is what my mother taught me as a child in the bath

So the mix of water and shampoo wouldn’t sting my eyes.

Now much older,

Not even remembering the last bath I was in,

I’m under your waterfall.

There’s no point in pushing back against the sharp, white daggers

Of velocity crazed water droplets.

I drop my head back

And close my eyes,

Hoping that the weight of the water won’t break my back.