Unsullied

Back in the market
A week ago – not too long ago.
I bought a soap
Placed it with the other things in the packet.

Last night,
With the soap that costed less than a pound.
I used all my might
After the exhausting day
Sans light nor sound
A battle in the shower
To stand and not lay
Took all my remaining power

On the water came
And the droplets ran crazed
Like soldiers in a classified raid.

The soap sans a name,
Came into hand
And suddenly I found myself paralyzed
– less than a pound

But here it smelled like
my long passed childhood –
I could see myself at my granny’s place
In the bathtub, no older than 5

– Lita

I picked a soap at the market the other day. I suppose most of the time when I’m shopping here, I try to buy things that remind me of home. An orange juice here or lavender scented spray – anything to keep the homesickness at bay.