POETIC HARMONY

Fifteen Minutes of Frothy Paradise

Under a eucalyptus tree

Hot Tub Harmony by the author

I don’t need alcohol
or a bar full of friends.
I don’t need
a mariachi band
to entertain me
while I eat
sizzling fajitas.

I’d much rather be in
a hot tub of harmony,
under a eucalyptus tree
on a bright California morning,
feeling the love and warmth
of the bubble jets.

I prefer a relaxing life,
gently massaged,
front and back,
as I turn slowly,
giving each part of me
special care.

There is a miracle
of youth in these bubbles,
the healing, healthy hope
of revitalization.

Fifteen minutes
of sheer mercy
in an airy space
with the music
of the birds
and the splash
of the liquid
tambourines.