This is a poem which has been running on the edges of my conscious thought for several months until tonight when I finally managed to keep it from slipping out of my grasp. It is possible this is the proof some would seek verifying my madness – the fact that I think too much on certain matters…
Absolution of Self
For many reasons,
not the least
being simple cleanliness,
I like to bathe each night.
…do you bathe?
I don’t mean do you
but do you take baths,
For the greater portion of my existence
showering would not have been
So, while those around me showered
each morning, I took a bath each night.
I could shower these days I suppose,
but I have rather grown
immersing myself completely
and washing all the day’s filth away.
I have found,
for reasons not entirely clear to me,
that women are more inclined
to bathe then men; I guess
it is one of those “macho”
things I missed out on somewhere.
There is a definite pleasure
which comes in a hot shower, on days
where muscles are particularly tense
it can be very good soothing
to have heat pound at the back
of your neck as a lover’s hands
in a good massage. But there
is also a unique,
experience in bathing.
If you bathe each day; as I do;
and are not an overly dirty person;
as I am not; and do not work
in a field such as mechanics
which is expected to generate daily filth;
as I do not; you would expect
there to only be so much dirt and grime
to wash away. In showering
you would barely, if ever, really
notice this debris washing
but when you bathe
as you soak your body,
bones, and soul.
What you never notice showering,
but cannot help but noticing
bathing is how much.
and how often
I thought it nothing more
than some days one
becomes dirtier than others.
there is a level of truth
therein, yet, if one is doing
the exact same things daily
– on a consistent basis –
only so much variation
can be accounted for –
I am sure
there is a perfectly good
having to do with the rate, and cycle
to which we exfoliate.
But I think
there may be more to it than just that.
I think on some days
we absorb more garbage
from the world around us, and the
people in it
A, well, a sort of – of psychic filth
for lack of a better word. When
you bathe, rather than shower,
you observe this filth soaking
out of your pores and collecting
itself at the end of the tub.
With very little practice – and a willingness
for introspection – you can learn quite a bit
the challenges of that day
…I know, I hear you chuckling to yourself, but –
try it. You might be surprised at what
Besides, when was the
last time you took a bath?
Most like to shower each morning
– it becomes ritual
instead of an act of cleansing. Me?
to wash myself of the detritus of the day
in an act of daily baptism.