Contiguous Walls
Contiguous
The white & black,
The front & back.
℘
Sitting in the bath
Awake since four,
Wiped out, inert,
I am the object of a passive flirt,
Eyes seeing skies
On patterned towel.
Letting mind
Determine meaning.
Pushing through, I don’t allow
The view to glue me
To the images I see,
Still not inclined to rise and do,
I soap and soak – amused.
Bent to fuel the symbols squelched,
The bathroom silence snubbed,
And pushing forward and beyond,
I play the mind
And list the attributes designed.
I go to God.
I wash my body.
Strangely filled, no longer tired,
Wired for the day.
Contiguous Walls 6.30.2011
Circling Round Baths;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 