Shower Dance

I wrote this poem in 1997.


There's a dance I do in the shower
That no one else has seen
I follow my own special rhythm
Making movements as I clean.

I throw my head back and roll it
Before I add shampoo
And as I rinse, I swivel my hips
Around a time or two.

I reach out my arms to wash them
Stretch up to get the pits
Then I bend my knees and gracefully sway
Towards the water a bit.

When both of my arms are finished
I rub down my front and back
And lift my knees one at a time
To lather thigh and calf.

And then I twirl to face the rain
And roll my shoulders too
By now I'm clean and so relaxed!
My shower dance is through.