The Bathroom Window

She watches water slide down the window,
steam from heat fogged the glass. Tracing a drop,
she draws patterns in the condensation;
random words, lines, symbols without meaning.

The meditation, the rhythm brings her
peace – allows her mind to wander away
into the corners of her brain. She looks
at images she had thought forgotten.

Eyes opened once more, memories begin
to evaporate, their vapor rising
from the cooling water. Pressing her palm
to the glass pane, she erases her scrawl.

The only evidence of her day dream –
a palm print left on the bathroom window.