The Shower

If he listens to the water, she is there.
Her soft voice sings inside the spray.
His hands fetch handfuls of wet air
but somehow she always drains away.

Her laughter sparkles in the falling water
This secret queen, no longer Neptune’s daughter
but a Goddess who can wash his sin away,
Absolve him, and send him on his way.

He turns the tap and thinks he hears her cry
for him, but now the empty air is dry.
He’ll catch her soon, he never fails to try
for then the forlorn ‘He’ becomes the ‘I’.