Shower Verse

My life is full of pockets of time in which I can let my mind wander. While I shower, while I walk the dog, while I drive (although I sometimes miss exits as a result). Here is this morning's shower verse:

Regret

Mine takes the shape
of a thousand plastic soldiers
each a moment wasted
in a life full of moments

I hang my head
whimper like a dog
that’s lost her scent

My ears touch concrete