I love sitting in the bathtub.
I like the water slowly working its way up.
The heat a bit too hot at first
Teasing my skin
Relaxing my muscles.
I like waiting for it to pass
The tips of my toes (my queue to turn off the faucette)
Creating a perfectly flat surface, uninterrupted.
I like the three drips that consistently drop
(Never more, never less)
And land with that transcendental shape
(Is there something to that?)
The way they have
Since the beginning of time.
I like letting my arms drift,
My back resting on the wall,
My eyes closed,
Breathing slowly (in, out, in, out...)
I like pulling my knees up
Letting my head below,
Fanning out my hair,
Hearing nothing but my heartbeat
Reverberating through the water.
I like how inviting a towel can be
After I let a few drips roll off my fingers.
I like the numbness it brings.
(As numb as an icebath.)