© Katharine Summers 2022, All Rights Reserved.
More than once, trapped in the 9 to 5
Watching the clock hands crawl
Snailing towards the shade.
(“Endure – your children need a roof, education!”)
Aware of the malady, unable to take the cure,
Sanity would seize me – I must resign!
Instead, bolting from my desk, and
Folder businesslike, tucked underarm,
Darted down the hall.
(A meeting?)
No, the toilet,
Closing the door on
The diabolic job.
Breathing in for the first time that day,
No pretence, me just being me.
Where no eyes could prod nor pry,
My private Arcadia.
I settled in, opened a book.
Sanctuary!
Where all persons are equal.
Where all can weep,
Sulk, rage, puke, excrete,
Or sit and confabulate
Under the unwavering eye
Of the great, porcelain god.
On average, humans expend
240 days in their lifetime on the toilet.