Showers

Angry words and insults
overfull between the walls
erupt and cover bystanders
with a shower out of hell ~
and I ask, and I ask,
“What’s love got to do with it?”

But love retreated long ago
to where it first came from
deep within the psyche
where no man can erode
its essential grace.

It lives there in a bubble
divorced from reality
and I feel for love so well confined
beautiful in lifelessness.

But in this world, oh, yes, this world,
love prefers its solitude
for like me it has no wish to be
a bystander under showers.

I live, you live, they live,
carrying bubbles everywhere
but light they are, so very light,
we don’t know they exist.

So burst a bubble, why not, why not,
because surely now, by now it’s time
to stand beneath and glory in
showers of a different kind!