Every pore of my body, every spore, craves water

As I stand in the shower, hot, cold, hot, colder,

When on that hospital bed is your daughter

You do not care for much else, the storms mutter

Continue unabated, but you are not there, no matter

What. If you asked me why not, I would surely stutter

Unable to find the words to tell you why. Why life gathers

Slowly upon itself, why words only cause a shutter

To be pulled down on our eyes, while politicians natter 

And the world around us, in any case, will shatter.

Talk to me when I am better placed, when my words rather

Than displease you, count to a world we can actually better.

Which brings me back to the shower, that serene water,

That flows down my hands, my breasts, my feet, as if I matter.