Reminds me of a cold shower on a winter morning.
Spiny droplets of water that hit your skin and scatter —
Gasping for breath, you jump and bend
“When will this ordeal end?”
You ask the mirror — waiting to shatter.
Yet,
A cold shower —
Wakes you, shakes you, and (re)charges you.
As your skin gets used to the sharpness of the cold
You learn to let it glide.
(Instead of jumping into the shower, you slide.)
You learn
To take your time
You learn
To see droplets of water form a stream,
The soap foam like clouds in a dream.
You learn to read
Line by line, and sometimes
In between.
