Port Townsend, Washington

Dread the cold shatter of morning.
Punch the coffee pot on,
shuffling toward the outdoor shower.

All this time, believe in cold feet & yachts.
Recite, "Turn and turn in hot water...
the world as heaven, your body at the edge of it."

Think of people who maybe showered here,
singing & sliding soap as slick as the cement floor
up their warm summer bodies.

Stand in frost and streams of steaming water.
There is no name for the way this place
lipsticks the day, makes you believe

in heat and the spider unwinding invisible
monofilament the length of a silvered plank.




Quoted lines are from Sharon Olds' poem: "Outdoor Shower"