having my hair washed at the hairdressers...
outside of when and then and if -
water - swish - and warm -
fingers - strong - knead the knots
and rub the dirt away -
feel my head relax into
a space that has no time -
and float and fly and wish that I-
could in this capsule live...
scrub and rub - so soapy soft -
gentle - frothy - sweet -
circular and back and forth -
suds - with fingers - play...
hair - so clean and squeaky wet
and rich with depth of life -
flips and flops - a pretty mop -
shines and shimmers smooth...
dream into the moment - now -
soak into the wet -
eyelids closed - blocking all
the shadows from last week...
towelling dry with gentle strokes -
intoxicating - free -
fresh with shine - nice to touch -
a sweeter - neater me...
Joy Weare,
27th October, 2009.
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