Arrived home from an exhausting, over-seas, vacation
An uncontrollable urge, landed me in a hot, steamy,
sweet smelling, bath

Started to wash between my toes.

My thoughts were occupied of it all
All that went terribly "wrong", but somehow
managed the "right" to emerge into a
strong "right"
Which was far better than the "wrong",
reigning, extremely "wrong", for the entire trip.

Decided not to push fate to negative
by not washing thoroughly, between my toes

After all, I had just previously, prior to take off,
walked down this, "memory's lane"
on the black, sandy beach, where I was
almost taken into the oceans, deepest depth

I stared at my cute, little, wrinkled toes