by Amber Jensen
At bath time I lift a sliver of silver
letting loose the water that will rinse you
clean. My fingers test the bubbling current
pull back, nudge the knob closer to heat.
I want so badly to protect you, and yet
you question everything: the temperature
of water, and the steam rising, as if
it was a warm front colliding with the side
of a mountain or wall of cool air—
something that might turn it violent.
I tug your sleeve, encourage your slim arm
to fold in on itself, find its way free, I slide
shirt over smooth skull, careful not to suffocate
you, unclothed, vulnerable, test the water, cringe.
It’s hot, you say, but it’s not, and I wonder
how a child learns to doubt everything, senses
the dangerous coexistence of downdrafts and updrafts,
knows to fear the potential vertical growth
of the towering cumulous and the eddies whirling
at the edges of a storm yet unpredicted.
you bathe quickly, splashing and laughing, for a moment
forgetting to calculate everything, but I cannot prevent
the water’s cooling, or the natural patterns of air,
moisture condensing into water droplets that might slide
gently down porcelain walls, or form water droplets, hailstones,
a thunderstorm cell. You observe it all and question
rather than assert, emerge blue-lipped, trembling,
baptized in worry, burdened with blessing, testing
the world, and the best I can do is wrap you in warm
terry cloth, dry your thin skin, anoint you with oil.
Amber Jensen’s essays and poetry have previously been published in North Dakota Quarterly, Pasque Petals, Assisi, at O-Dark-Thirty.org, and in the anthology Red White and True: Stories of Military Veterans and Families, WWII to Present. Her first book, The Smoke of You: A Memoir of Love During and After Deployment, was released in March 2023.