On
the shower wall
this
morning
I
saw
a
baby chick, mouth open.
On
the other,
the
curve of a question mark
without
the dot.
I'm
growing my hair out;
loose,
wet strands land in shapes
of
my own mind's making.
But
you
may
have seen something else
instead
of these
unfinished
questions,
answers
not yet forming,
and
time
turning
the
water cold.