Good Company

i sat in the tub for a long time, staring at the yellow tiled wall opposite me. my body was warm, too warm, and i felt hot blood pulsing in my arms and fingers. i thought about time, about change and places i longed for. i thought about my body, i studied my toes. after a while, i leaned forward and rested my heavy head on bent knees. i thought about nothing, alone in the tub--alone and content to sink into the thickness of feeling.