Round, smooth things in a bowl
I let the water trickle
And think about my life
 
Warm to cool then back again
I look at the reflection of my hands
as they move without question
Inside my brain somewhere
I breathe in a new day's idea.  Sometimes I almost
Wonder what it is
 
I leave the water running
listening to the sound of a make-believe waterfall
Time passes
Barefoot and somewhat unedited
I make notes
unsung