Poetry in Plumbing
Where does poetry live?
In the eye that says, “Wow wee,”
In the overpowering felt splendor
Every sane mind knows
When it realizes—our life dance
Is only for a few magic
From the heart saying,
“I am so damn
– Hafiz, “Wow“
This morning I assessed the third different shower I’ll use this week. This one was different from the others. Upgraded to a suite for the sole reason that I stay in hotels too much, I walked into a massive room. I’ve written about this experience before, I’ll never use the space and don’t welcome it when I see it. But the shower… the shower I welcomed. It was built like a water park ride that you walk into in a labyrinth of walls and tile. Once inside you’re greeted by a network of plumbing protruding from the walls: huge rain shower head, massage jets on the right and left sides, and a variety of levers to control the whole thing. This was no ordinary shower, and the volume of water used in a shower negated all the towel re-using of the rest of the hotel combined. And it was amazing. I laughed to myself as I was blasted on three sides by pressurized water. What a way to start the day!
Life is in the moments of wonder and the everyday. Live every moment in awe of the dance we’re all blessed to participate in, or complain about the things that aren’t perfect in our lives. Tonight I’ll move into another hotel with (no doubt) a lesser shower. It’ll be back to reality, but for this morning, I was king of the travel world. So damn alive! I should’ve booked two nights. Wow wee…
Great post 😁
Good chuckle out of this one! From the title I’d errantly assumed the post was related to your latest ‘creative’ bathroom remodel.