SAUNA POEM

Three Henry Moore statues are reclining
The nearest in the pose of The Thinker.
Tufts of hair on his balding head
Enlightened by the bulb in the corner
Beads of sweat shine on his balding scalp.
Marbled white legs, thighs like loaves
Bend at the knee, doughy and soft.
Bared bodies, smelling of flesh
And in the hot tub
One knee beneath the bubbles
Flat and large and smooth
A pebble in a fast-flowing stream.
A man with a beard, like seaweed
Clinging to the rock of his chin.
The water drifts it to and fro
The brush of a flailing hand
The unexpected touch of a toe.