Melting

In the froth and steam

When the door slams shut

To a dreary Monday,  

To its frozen dead weight

–

With eyes closed and tired bones

The water conquers it all,

A furrowed brow

A clenched jaw

Slipping away with a sigh

–

A knot is loose and unwinds

In the boiling riptide,

Gracefully capsized

As its drains into memory  

–

Sunk in warmth and rapture

While an ashen day bays,  

The windows well up and fog

Leaving the wilderness to wonder