Outdoor Shower

I like to shower outside

at my beach house down the shore.

It's a small attachment to the house,

a concrete floor,

wooden shuttered walls that allow air to pass through.

The cool water mixes

with a slight salty summer breeze

and the mango scented soap

running down my bare torso and legs

soothing my sunburn and washing away

the sand between my toes.

It's a weird feeling,

standing outside completely naked to the world

protected only by a thin veil of wood.

It makes me feel vulnerable and free.

It makes me feel silly and child-like, like laughing

for no reason, dancing under the stream of water in circles

like a little girl running through the sprinkler on the front lawn in July.