I stood in my socks as the water poured
Down over my shoulders and past my shins
And somewhere beyond the wooden door
I heard the cry of the twins
I had a feeling that something was wrong
But my brain just couldn’t quite pin it
As I heard the cry
—and the plaintive song of the twins
How long had I listened?
—an hour? A minute?
Was the fault with the shower? Too cold or too warm?
Had I forgotten to turn on the spigot?
I couldn’t think as the water poured
Over my shoulder and past my shins
As I listened by weeks by hours by minutes
To the cry of the twins beyond the door
And still through the fog of my sleep-deprived brain
That functioned as well as a bag of rocks
I stood in the warm and calming rain
Contemplating my purple socks
How long did I stand there?
How long did I stare?
How long did I struggle
with a deep fretful frown
As the water poured down
And slowly I drowned
In the plaintive song
from beyond the door
Slowly I drowned in the cry of the twins
As the shower poured
Over my shoulders and past my shins
And through my sleep-deprived brain
A light shone through this bag of rocks
Basking in this calming rain
I see the problem!
I’m in the shower wearing socks!
And the thought goes through my mind—
—how odd! How funny!
What reason did I find
To wear socks on a day so sunny?
In this balmy summer season?
Oh well—I’m sure I had my reason!
And so I stand in my socks as the waters pour
Down over my shoulders and past my shins
And somewhere beyond the wooden door
I sigh to the sound of the cry of the twins