I just stumbled upon this old poem that I wrote:
The Shower
I stumble from bed
Like a zombie, half-dead
Groping my way to the shower
I stay there it seems
Under life giving streams
For the better part of an hour
I rinse and I scrub
In a shower not a tub
But it’s not just for hygiene I came
I lather with hope
As I cling to my soap
That I might soon remember my name
With gusto I sing
But the dreams they still cling
Inside my somnambulant head
I shower for long
‘Til the danger’s all gone
That I’ll wander right back to my bed
Wasteful you say
How I stay there all day
Draining some reservoir deep
While others abound
It’s water I’ve found
The only true solvent for sleep