LIFE IS HARD

I don’t remember the shower unless the glass shatters into smithereens I slip on the soap of sudsy shards Life is hard the walls press in white and smooth as if a crowd’s haranguing me Life is hard with choices of a cloth or bar to rub over the rough spots I cry when the water’s too hot Life is hard when the faucet’s turned off and the dirt is baked on and my feet stick to one spot over the drain Life is hard Life is easy too when cool water runs over my shoulders cascading calming Life is uplifting too when the tears abate instead lather my hair with suds of laughter Life is a clear day I can see eternity I can see my way out The misty doors open Feet are daisy fresh Life is hard Life is easy too