Wet Walk

Muddy boots track back into a 'boot room' treading ooze onto newspapers. Shake the coat out, duck-walk past the coatrack wool socks smothering damp toes, think of toweling off. First shake the muddy mouse-eyes out of your minds empty nest. Second, rinse the sweat out of used thoughts. After you closed the outer door the house still swayed over your head as you breathed in and out of over-heated lungs. Scrambling eggs; whisk the white and yellow in a green bowl, add salt - lots. Too late to remember, but you wash hands anyway, Under the roof of an open mouth your tongue still walks on. It was just one more morning hike around a rain-shrunk world.