One should be wary of too many showers;
of too much soap and shampoo.
The brutal water only bead on clean
and naked skin; after the shell
of dust and dirt and hell is wiped away.
The fogged mirror filters off
God, and leave half-finished marble
cracked and sickly soft.
When the hot water is cut and coldness
thrusts you into the light,
the air feels new and harsher
than the grime ever did.
One should beware being too clean.