She said that the bath was a good place to think
to let her mind wander and dream as she’d sink
way down to the depths of her mind and the mire
to dig at the memories, like ash from the fire.
As rose laden tides would lap at her feet
she’d wander on beaches, deserts and streets
searching her thoughts for some other place
where beggars would look and admire her face.
Then under a sun that was foreign and strange
she’d take of her pleasures and try to arrange
a change in her life where the grasses were greener
But instead, with a sigh, she’d just come out cleaner.
The bath water gurgled as it slid down the drain
and pulled at her heartstrings with a liquid disdain
awash with the feelings of longings undone
she stepped unadorned, to the world and the sun.
© K. J. Lander 2008