The Whole World in His Hands

Gaseous, Liquid, Solid

Nothing compares to breath, inhale of rarefied air
however, here is where I dare to share this…

Sitting, shitting, contemplating
life, liberty and the ever necessary paper tear
eyes welling bringing forth tears,
joy felt with each smear on fingertips,
cloudy browns, greens, reds -- never clear,
bowel movement strangers, certainly, but always welcome,
clean, dirty, but never filthy,
feces masterpieces, immaculate,
emaculate toilet bowl presentations, made for viewing,
recycled nutrients spewing from anal portals,
escaping, diving to swim in uncharted waters,
seeing yesterday’s meal floating, exciting,
inviting to the point where, there is no need to flush,
just, still, hush…watch, swirling,
admire regeneration of life,
all cyclical,
all trivial,
all biblical,
all real,
leaving washing of hands moments as disappoints
until,
the next meal wishes to come out and play
on lazy bubble gut Sunday thru Saturdays...