I stand
In the morning.

The water careens off my skin
Cleansed
Purified
body.

I sit right down
And it pelts me
Sliding like liquid hands,
down my back
around my neck.

Liquid fingers,
Life,
Caresses
my chest,
this
daily pleasure.

The kettle bubbles
as I rinse the bubbles from my hair.
I cannot stop
Grinning
My soul,
once held captive
is set free
by the water.
I sink down
in the cool tub,
and I am renewed.