I stand in the shower

My head against the wall

15” below the showerhead

Allowing the water

That could boil a lobster

To do it’s healing work

On my traps and back

That have been punished by

Way too much seat time

On the forklift

This week

And hours to come

On the ‘morrow

But the real truth

Is

That as the hot water

Pelts down on my body

The stress and frustration

Of the week

Disappears with the physical

I am one

Body, soul and spirit

When one is in distress

The rest of me follows

Suit

(I realize that this is probably unfinished

That several lines needed to be added

So some reasonable conclusion is

Reached

But at the moment

Those thoughtful

Lines

Escape me )