overnight

"We shall by morning 

Inherit the earth.

Our foot's in the door"

                                             from "  Mushrooms"

                                                          by Sylvia Plath  

Waking up

submerged in water

this is where i started

this is where i am now

when the storms outside rage

the windows  above the bath shake

with the force of the gale

but they do not touch me

here

in my underwater world

where i am lying

safe sleeping awaiting

the time when it is right

to come out

a personal evolution

i am an egg

that is not quite that frog

that will come out soon

for the moment i am

here

under the water

hearing nothing

feeling nothing

but the enveloping protection

of water

keeping all sounds, visions, touch

away

growing wrinkled  washerwoman hands

and deaf ears

to all that goes on outside

of this one white

bath tub

here.