Upon Taking A Warm Shower
Poem By Curtis Goodnight
out of a showerhead and
or hot even:
"thank you gawd"
I've said it so long I can't be sure its a quiet
and then I intone the human's responsible for this miracle:
"thank you Luke, thank you Curt"-
solar installer and my own old hands.
I trace the trail back-
Through the heat exchanged tank,
the copper pipes I crawled to and repaired in the midst of
those 40 below sisyphean winters...
Back to storage tanks - the 500 gallon unit
I can no longer even imagine wrestling alone,
Into the below grade room I built
and backfilled with a worn out
volkswagen or two-
crushed wreckages of a relationship or three.
To a well that has withstood hard drought and
a dozen iterations of solar pumps as
the whole industry produced crap for decades
and jesus, the tears I wept over those equally lousy
generators …. oh yeah
And a marriage gone kaput.
That well is fed by the mountain snows I watch
right out my back window.
Those quiet fallings birthed by
Vapor risen magic over this blessed tiny orb,
itself a collection of so much
detritus left over from Mother Sun's creation....
I monitor what we have done to our home.
Awakened and aware
I mourn all those species sent to extinction by our own rough hands
In my recognition that it is all One
I sense the reckless pain of my own undoing.
I whisper "thank you"
yet again as I grab a towel.
And go out into this faithful Spring and