Drenched
is when
the best ideas
come somewhere
between lather
and rinse. Plans and poems
float over the plastic curtain
looking for me.
Quick write them
down before they dissolve
and rinse away.
Say that
In the shower
a cascade of poems
fell all over me
soaking my hair
mixing it up with
the lavender soap
washing clear the
mind’s secret compartments
(the trinkets those corners hold)
so odd locating the soapy latches
and springing them open
Puff Of Smoke Poems 