Unusual Sources of Inspiration

Well I wonder! What, which inspires? The bathroom door that collides with the wind And exposes its guest? Or the gaping window that Gives peeping space for my neighbor’s eyes? Is it the thick dried browned soap foams On marbled wall, painted white by Colors of many years? Is it the tiled surface floor Whose yellowness is turning brown? Or the morning cold Well water? Is it its impact on the body Lukewarm from the heat of the night And residues of mosquitoes in the bloodstream? Or a token blessing of seasonless patronage Of the shrine of showerers? Well, I wonder! What which inspires? When every morning in the bath Songs dances, ideas run wild And thoughts splash and flash And poem like this Find a space at the contours of my mind.