What's Late

Have you ever sat on the shower floor

With eyes squinted, yet watching intently

The random gaps in water as it surrounds

Your feet and runs toward, and then down the drain

Knowing you have work to do,

But soaking in the freedom of thought while

The water pours down onto the back of your neck,

You push further and now you are late.

You no longer care. The moment with your

Thoughts under the shower watching the

Flowing water around your body outweighs

The friction you may cause for being late;

The moment is yours, along with your musings,

And most of all, your life is your own.