In the public realm
Then I find one of you, in my private collection
I read hundreds of inspirational quotations
Offered to all and everyone
Then I find a poem, for you
I listen to dozens of my own written words
Recorded over time
Then I hear your voice, on a ferry
I have a book delivered, by a courier
On this day of fine rain showers
I decide that I will find one for you
I aim to take a bath, to soak, and meditate
To contemplate upon my navel
I think of our bathroom, where peace reigns
