Thinking in the Shower

The tangles of my hair shrouding my dream

The charred knot in my raspy, unknown voice,

Smothering water letting off hot steam,

To ponder, think, and know there is no choice

Cocooned in the unseen depth of my throat,

A silence belting, breaking, billowing

The trickle of blood and ice, where I wrote

The breeze of my knowledge, sly, winnowing.

Alice Bellan