ode to a morning shower (poetry)

[godream]

Cause seriously, enough with the angst. I'm getting tired of it and I'm writing this (insert favorite expletive here). So now, a quick praise to the only reason I'm able to wake up six am at all, cranky or not:


...dragged from warm bed to cold morning
by unrelenting alarm.
stretch... reach for awareness...
stagger across the hall... turn the faucet and--
warmcascadingstreamofheaven(!)
At first a shock of sensation,
Water spilling down from above,
Dripping from my hair down my body,
Bathing feet cold from the tile
Before swirling down the drain.
Just barely hotter than comfortable,
Enough to make sleep pour from my mind,
To wash cramps from muscles,
To rinse away dreams and make reality tolerable.
And by the time the hot water runs out,
And the steam has filled me,
And the sun is rising, mocking, beckoning,
I find myself ready to face another clean slate of a day.

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_{So, I'd love to hear if the change in punctuation and capitalization made a point or was just grossly overdone... hinthinthint...}