the shallow sea

hot water
is a blessing that I dip
into
daily.
I soak my bones
in the dark,
in the soft shallow
sea
of a white tub.
I lean
back
in the rising steam
and think of things,
of where
I've been,
what is yet to be.
in time
I get out, but wait
until
it's cold.
until the season
has changed
knowing that nothing,
nothing
remains the same.