Thursday, 1 December 2016

Winter Hot Springs Soak

by Wendy Gist


Week of icy air holiday bliss:
deep artesian immersion,
geothermal heat steeps rich

undercurrents of mineralized
wateriness, chloride-sterilized.
I lie here relaxed as lingerie unstrung—

sunken in clear water from earth—healing,
whether psychosomatic or not.
Surveying the bath:

physiology from breasts to toe nails shimmying
gloss-red like shots of Christmas punch.
Yolk buttered walls of morning

fill the bright windowsill,
as silken hairs silver in revitalizing light
dance in impish delight

upon the purple heart leaves
of an Inch plant.
I soak until poached.

Clang and drum come from spa kitchen.
Egg-bake-casserole snicks
the room, thyme within steam

mounting from chin to nose.
I am rose-oiled greasy as a goose,
robe-cocooned warm, hair combed wet-loose,

unmade face soft,
body flawed as paws
without claws:

I am ready for coffee.

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Winter Hot Springs Soak was originally published by Autumn Sky Poetry.