Water Level

So after 12 years off and 2 years on,
my mania to bathe begins to slow.
It hasn’t disappeared – it isn’t gone.
I love to be immersed, and if I know
myself I always will. That I’d forego
today surprises me. It’s not the drought
or scent-dead age accounting for this “no.”
I now have soaked enough to do without.


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