Two days ago, I ran a bath for me
to linger in and soak my stress apart.
I entered it half-full – the watery
amassment hadn’t reached desired depth,
when pressure ebbed and flow decreased to be
a dribble to a drop, and then all gone.
I wasn’t warned about the paucity.
A Tuesday job had Friday for its start.
I had to use my bath for toiletry.

(Magic 9)