I am in the shower

hosing down the treasured carcase.

The water dances, gives itself

in a minor moment.

 

Pillars and steps, entrances to this older generation

are once more given respect, yet why?

for soon in full view of the

rolling conundrum of time and space

this carcase will die back

 

but while it holds a name

an intention

a history

the feeling is acceptable,

 

and the water is dancing then disappears

with a glistening goodbye

and with the drying off

an imperceptible sigh.