For almost an hour I wait in the shower
Under a canopy of rain, steam and dew,
Something I treasure; one of life's simple pleasures,
I prepare, I revisit, move on; that's all I can do.

Warm droplets settle on the skin,
Reminiscent not of you, rather one I once knew,
Muscles dropping tension, solace within
Elation is but shattered glass, relaxation is my glue.

The water's now crisp, the sensational cold,
Inhale, breathe out, but until you step in,
How can you know, if it ever unfolds?
All to do is begin.