Dec
7
Ode to Bathtub (Yet another Ode)
O Bathtub, ceramic pit,
where adolescence
concocted love-dreams.
Many hours I spent
staring at the dun faucet,
forgetting its being.
Many taut worries
loomed in heavy waters,
then choked down the drain.
World went on around me
as I lay, head above water,
chanting, “Above others, rise.”
I cannot leave you
when you have contained
something memory can’t.
© 2009 Constantine Kulakov
