Studio Renee

Rings circle around me, slicing me in half
murky water below and sweet air on top,
I rise, and the droplets roll down my back. 
I take one great step forward and launch myself
into the steamy, sweet, fresh air, a different dimension
than the one I leave behind now.
I shake off each milky white bead of residue
from the thoughts I leave behind in the basin
and walk forward more, pattering on the cool tile.
I leave puddles of water everywhere I go and
for the rest of the night,
tiny puddles sticky with the woes I came in with
easily melt off my skin and into the floor,
not a part of me tonight, but they fertilize
the ground where my house grows and 
steeps into the walls and doors
and quenches its thirst,
since all need to be fed and watered
in order for them to bloom.