The still, uninterrupted time
Spent
With two high maintenance pets,
Bars of
Who-knows-what,
And no real restrictions.
The feel of being
Able to do whatever
Is wanted
And just doing nothing
A weird itch
That you could
          Scritch,
                Scratch,
                     Scrape at.
Or pat,
        Tap,
           Or rub at,
A small space
With a now open door
Leading to a cool
Pitcher of woosh--
               Splash--
          Clatter--
Drip, drop--
Water--
  Thunk--
And ice.
If only one ignores the
Numbness of it all.