Tuesday, September 05, 2006

soap

i traced the thin line of liquid soap,
with my wet index finger,
from the nose of the bottle
to the neck of the sink

and left behind what looked like
a snail's trail along the countertop;
and left with what seemed like
a significant moment of meditation.

4 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

mindefulness

Crunchy Weta said...

contemplative sensuousness and a title to match.
Cheers
Glenn

Arson H. Waterwood said...

For some reason, I take something delightfully sexual away from this.

Pat Paulk said...

A very passionate snail!! Excellent poem!!