Steam rises hot off her skin as the water rolls
off her back into shallow pools that skirt around weary feet.
She breathes
deep, warm, cleansing breaths. Savoring each one
as if it were the first drag from her last cigarette.
Exhaled wet smoke joins forces and adheres to glass,
surrounding her in a dull grey veil, blurring the world outside
until it fades to black, drowned down and out
by the soothing rush of running water.
Surviving droplets cling to droplets and stand fast on hazy walls
defying gravity until pressures mount into unbearable burdens
forcing them to swell, and spill, and plunge at last
as salty tears merging into freshwater streams
cutting trails through fog, providing glimpses
of life in streaks that call to her. Reluctantly
the door opens, and with a cloud of smoke and mirrors
she steps out of the shower, and back into existence
renewed.
~ smj
2-5-11
edited 1-6-12
New Morning, by Alpha Rev