By the water, I’m always led

Maybe it was always about the water?!

I thought to myself.

The solace I always found in the bathroom.

Maybe it was about the water?

Perhaps it’s always been about the water?

I may not have always been bathed in it, but I was nonetheless, aways magnetised to it, wherever, and in whatever form, it may come.

Under the sprinklers or in the pool, it was the humble bathroom where I spent many an hour through my tumultuous youth.

The metaphysical aqua chamber, the wash room, the bathing room, the international water closet, as it’s called.

This fortress of flow, a palatial respite, and perhaps, the closest I could feel to the celestial aquamarine waters of my true home.

And so, here is an impromptu reflection on the times spent in this minimal room.

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In times when I was feeling scared, 

When I often felt the most despair.

A place my thoughts could freely flow, 

The space where I maintained my glow.

There I’d stay, without a care.

I’d tame my mane, the lion’s lair.

Running water through my locks,

Modelling Egyptian cotton frocks.

It was a haven, good or bad,

For all the times that I felt sad.

A lock up door,

A cold hard floor.

It was there, I found myself adore.

The quiet space, to hear my heart,

The confinement of the tile art.

A new location, brought new ways.

The water world had come to play.

In the ocean, and in the sea,

The most I ever felt carefree.

My perfect stage upon the beach,

For 5 full years, had stayed in reach.

Now it’s gone, and here I am,

In the bathroom, locked again.

It’s here I thought, out of the blue,

Perhaps it’s something more to do,

With the water, for it’s true,

This element, remains my glue.

I’ve realised now, in my second quarter, 

That life on earth, for this dear daughter,

Has always been, about the water.

And so, I guess, it could be said,

It’s by the water, I’m always led.