turn your back to the water, the hot hard water
not a caress but a torrent, a furious torrent

press your head to the glass and shut out all the others
watching nothing, it’s nothing, the forming of droplets

forming and forming, scurrying straightaway downwards
joining forces like mercenaries, forcing all obstacles

watch them, watch nothing, watch an army of mercenaries
head-fast and hell-bent against the furious torrent