A Hot Shower

a hot shower
on a rainy day
feels like heaven to me
refreshing, leaving yesterday behind
washing off negativity
but what if I,
was outside in a tent
or without one
a muddy pool
in the cold, with rain pouring it on
adding to the mess
the depressing surroundings
I hear about showers
inside the open prison
dirty, another waiting line
a price to pay for a stream, illegal?
I already can find out here
at least, could it be warm
ironic fuel to frozen fire
give me some dignity
basic necessity to feel human
cleanse me of my conscience
the eye that did perceive
there is nothing out here for me
to help me forget
feel like I used to.
What I wouldn’t do
for a hot shower and maybe,
just maybe, a comfortable bed.