Baths are a curious thing,
That I would lie in one, serene,
For hours.
The water, once clean
Washes off all that was mean
Then I wrap myself up in towels.
It’s a place where I dream,
Of far-off traces, I would see
And poetry inspired.
It's also a pool where I can grieve,
Catching all my tears for reprieve;
I leave relieved.
Bath is also a town/city in the UK, baths are a fluid cocoon from the world and my happy place.