In light of that, I decided to share a poem I wrote some years ago. Its about "something" we each encounter everyday (at least I hope so) but here's the mandate---what is this "thing" I write about? Read the poem and comment on what you think I mean by "Holy Hoses". I'm excited to see who guesses it right ;-)
Your grace in form of water blesses me.
With you, I’m clean. From tiny holes you speak
your piece. Sometimes as cruelly sharp as sticks.
Sometimes as gently dull as morn. You’ve seen
it all. The skinny, ugly, pretty, fat
and tall. The white walls that surround you, bore
you. Sprinkle glory on my mortality.
Rouse my slumber. Send me back again.
Tomorrow and you start my day. Last night
you ended it. You. Cold or warm, just like
slim pins, you raid my skin attempting to
decipher cast and body.
Color from flesh.
I say, “alert me” not “abuse my drowse”.
Alarm my senses in the am. Caress
my tire in the pm. Arrest my dirt.
Forgive my transience. Butter my chocolate skin.
Silently punching me. Punishing sins ago.
Pardon my lapse.