La Salle de Bain
© October 3, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
A sigh ruffled a surface
And created a ripple of purpose
Water splashed silver on silken skin,
Washing away worries within.
A lone tear trickled down
As she rubbed her face dry.
A rustle of garments,
A freeing of muscles,
A silken swathing
After gentle bathing,
And she stepped out,
Reborn, ready to face
A day with upraised
Steady gaze.
Above, a fan whirred
Wicking away moisture.
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