It isn’t Friday, I know. But, this one seemed appropriate for today. Go hug your Valentine.
Musings In The Shower
He always did his best thinking in the shower.
He remembered standing in the hot water
thinking about the coming day
and the things he had to do.
He remembered the momentary pleasure
of being in the embrace of a tower of water
and the freedom he felt.
He wanted to work without distractions.
He made a mental list of the tasks to be performed that day.
He checked off the list
as he went through the day
meandering through the car wash,
the hearings, the conferences,
the phone calls, the emails,
the necessary evils of an active business life.
He thought about the weather
and wondered whether he needed a coat today.
He listened to the news,
found it painful,
and turned it off.
His thoughts turned to the laundry,
and the clothes he would wear
to show himself to the world
as a man to be reckoned with.
He wished he had stared through the shower stall
and watched her put on her makeup
dressed in a towel
hair dripping wet.
He wished he had approached her
with a hug and a kiss
and a whisper of love and caring
for her ears only.
He wished he had spent the day with her
holding her hand
and walking with her
through that day.
He wished he had lived with her
really
that day.