It's the cool air
against my naked body
when I climb out of the shower
in the morning
chilling me to the bone
yet invigorating me,
no air conditioning
just morning in Madrid;
as I breathe in through the open windows,
the birds welcome me at dawn
in their language of happiness
while I dry myself
my body now accustomed to the chill.
I stand there in the nude
enjoying the moment
all of life's achievements
all of life's protection
through clothing
through material things
stripped away for the moment
even my native language gone
dried off in a fluffy towel
but no need to speak
no need to do anything;
it's all there in the moment
in the silence of waiting
naked
all things stripped away.