A Temporary Cleansing

I live in a mansion
In the middle of nowhere.
I took a walk in the fresh snow --
Muddying it,
Cleansing myself.

I walked into town.
Where a public bus
Splashed slush --
Slapped it across my face.
The slush stuck to me,
But the snow did not.
It melted, clear and clean,
Leaving but the dirt
That clung to me, thus
Cleansing itself,
Muddying me.

Copyright © Benyah Shaparenko, 2002