The Shower Prayer (full poem, by Cristina M. R. Norcross)


The Shower Prayer


The hot rain of the shower

comes down.

Walls blurred

from early morning vision –

I leave the high hot setting

and simply stand in the moment of daybreak.


Calendar unmarked,

computer untouched –

this day is thankfully unspoken for.

For now,

I am just falling water –

and this is enough.


Slow movements become a prayer

of self care –

lathering curves to the music of raindrop rhythms

and the scent of almond, vanilla and ginger.

I use every bottle,

lengthening the morning ritual

to match the continuous, blowing hum of the fan –

spinning my day into circles that meet and overlap

but never end.


Cristina M. R. Norcross

Copyright 2011


Here is a link to “The Shower Prayer” on my blog.


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