shower thoughts (short poem)

what is it you think about doing when you've come in touch with water?
is it cleansing? is it peace? is it pain?
or is it all of these combined?

do you know the nature of your bath?
is it purifying as in baptism?,
is it the punishment of drowning?,
or is it nothing but the key for your soap to foam?

have you ever just felt the flow running down against flesh?
i think it's hard to see it in quite such a simple way
when we've been taught to give meaning to it all

you are clean, not filth. you are calm, not disturbance.
you are fine, not sin. you are what you need, to be.

so let the water fall onto your skin;
better to feel, than to seek