Slow Down

Presented with assorted bombs to add
when I immerse to bathe, I chose Slow Down.
I wasn’t feeling agitated, mad,
or any shade of blue. I’d be around
my home for days – I wanted to relax.
It couldn’t hurt to let a bomb remind
me that I face no threat from life’s attacks
today. By choice and weather I’m confined
exactly how I wish. The bomb fizzed blue,
and like a fortune cookie, it contained
within its core suggestion maybe true.
I saved the message as the water drained.
And now my bathroom counter illustrates
four lines of verse I like, by Mr. Yeats.

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