Tuesday, September 06, 2005

16. Hot Water

by Temple Stark - Arizona
(I have for many years now for at least half the time I'm in the shower, thought how lucky I am to have hot or cold water at my fingertips. Until I moved to Arizona, it was always hot water I cherished.The past nine days of seeing all that dirty water in New Orleans doing no one any good, has only reinforced that idea and I finally put it down in writing.)


I pull the curtain
So I can hide
I feel certain
Once inside

Under the shower head
Hot water steams
My skin turns red
And brings day dreams

I'm the luckiest damned
Person on this planet
I turn the tap
Get my climate

Too hot? Too hot?
I can turn it cold
Too cold? Too cold?
I can twist it bold

Water drops hit
Flow down my limbs
The splash sounds off
My anger dims

Here I stand in the shower
Hour after hour
after hour
after hour
No need to complain
I have the power

I know people
With no lights
With no food
They get in fights

I know people
High on the drug
Life hits hard
They just shrug

I'm in a desert
I feel fine
Yet in Nairobi and Sahara
People are dyin'
People are dyin'

I see people
poor and black
poor and black
See white brothers
Think they'll never make it back
Never make it back

Here I stand in the shower
Hour after hour
after hour
after hour
No need to complain
I have the power

I'm the luckiest damned
Person here on Earth
I have my water
I have mirth

This inside rain
Crashes through my brain
Water drains
Eases my pains

Soothing, cooling
Feeling great
Running, cleansing
Dark dirt and hate

I have hot water


2 comments:

Mary Westbrook said...

Temple,
your beautiful, appreciate thought
brought tears to my eyes. I am glad you shared the truth you see. It turns my thoughts to the simplicity of the gift of life and what God has given us, not what we give ourselves.

T. Stark said...

Thank you Mary.

This site has proved interesting.

I have a spoken version I should get on the Web somewhere. Soon.