In the confluence of serendipitous,
there is a rainbow in our commode:
a long, thin, rectangular, east-facing window
above our deep, tiled, no-curtain-needed, shower;
a crystal ball, as small as a golf ball,
suspended from that window;
a smooth, glazed corner of the glass wall shower;
through the window,
through the crystal,
through the glass wall,
through the open door of the WC,
which the 8:17 AM sun-light cuts
to paint the closets slate gray walls
and white toilet bowl,
a riot of rainbows,
the walls foiling the shimmering colors,
providing a satisfying…
dappled in Natures basic palate.
in the ordinary necessities
of my day.
Who knew shitting could be so,
The Louvre in a loo!