All of the Showers Call for a Mudslide

In ways the world

expresses raw emotion

we shower and shower and shower again


I am blessed with the tears

as if holy water is made

rather just recycled


We are sacred streams

bits of blessed molecules

the very nature of living


How honorary 

to know of 

anything at all


The feelings

and how we fall

so peacefully I will go

into the river

have a soak

splash around 

in the body given

This is

life