Rolled Into One
I’m in the bath.
I need the soap.
You are – become the soap.
I need a thought;
You are the thought –
Become the thought, and probably
The need. Not only
Thought but scope, rope, hope and bebop:
Fringe ideas: companionship.
You’re Albert Cat on bathtub rim.
You’re him. You’re he who watches water
Dripping from my finger tips
While sun through
Bathroom window shifts
Position. Kitchen: soup;
The pen in hand,
The grand, sand-grain Illusion
Of it all; the whole:
That’s You rolled into one. And when
I can convince myself for more than minutes,
I’m in heaven.
© Rolled Into One 2.26.2011
God book; Circling Round Baths;
Arlene Corwin