Bathroom Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Only place where no stress was felt,
And inner self curled up
To feel peace, was the bathroom.

Out in the world, in office, on travel
Was surrounded by persons
Who thrust applications, perhaps indirectly,
Encircled by things who are no less bothersome.

The water, the lota, and the sound
Of water draining with tabla-like music.
All that made me feel free and naked.

But that was years ago.

I’ve let go of ambition
To be the best,
To do everything that is asked for,
And now in the process of giving up
Doing things on time, too.

Bathroom is no longer the only sanctuary.


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