Coming home
From a hard day's work,
Exhausted from the noise, stress
And confusion of the outside world,
Where silence and comfort are nowhere,
The pool caught my weary eyes...
Its aqua-blue water, as always, invites as it undulates,
Soothing the eyes, the mind,
Healing the soul, even by just watching
Its noiseless and slow movement...
Its call...I can never resist...

Toes feel the water, then dip both feet up to ankles,
The coolness permeates every pore on my skin...
Finally, I plunge into the cold comfort of the giant puddle....

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I close my eyes

I give out a sigh

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Peace cradles me, as the clear blue water moves me, here...there...
I don't want to fight the swaying current...
I just want to stay there, floating, for a while...

Released am I, feeling so pure, dripping wet under the shower...

When I am so sick or too tired, nothing beats a splash of tap water on my face...
Why is that?

My restless feet are soothed and stilled when soaked in lukewarm water...

Why does a small pail of water, when poured over my head, my whole body,
Miraculously, brings me back to my senses?
Like a new born ME has come into this world.....


What is it about water?


Sally

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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan