*Rough Draft*

Lieing in this oval space,
Somewhat too small, but
Somehow just right.

A tingling line,
Level but wavering,
Encircles my body.
The surface drawing this line.

Below, is part of me,
Submerged in the pressing mass.
Above is reality,
And the part of me which rises to the top.

But here is my favorite part:
My toes grasp the lever
As best they can.
My soothed muscles sink their
Weight down.
Silent.
Subtle.

Sublimely,
The water of my bath escapes me.
Down the drain as my toes
Bid it farewell.

*I have re-discovered the enjoyment of a bath. I will submerge myself more often*