On showers

What is it about showers,
That clean you outside and in,
that make your pores and mind clear,
While under its cleansing stream?
 
It's as if it de-webs your thoughts,
That were snared through sleep or work,
And fires up a second wind,
To limbs that were shot from wear.
 
Do showers declog debris,
That blocked the flow of activity,
Of consciousness and creativity,
That might have existed in your hair?
 
Or do they activate a vestigial response,
Left by an ancient flood,
That wiped this earth clean,
Some ages ago?
 
Or could they just trigger a salute,
To the element from which,
We rose to explore the land,
Some eons ago?
 
I dare say I don't know,
The answers to all this things,
But I'll see the questions clearer,
when I'm in my shower's stream.