“Illusions”

March 29, 2022

I once saw written on a bathroom stall
Deep in the recesses of the local mall,
A musing of simple human behavior:
“Here I sit, broken-hearted,
Tried to poop, only farted”
Words of wisdom about abject failure.

So simple, as I think upon reflection,
Undoing a long held misconception,
That sagacity must come from a few musty tomes.
We can find truth in signs all around us,
Written on bathroom walls or sides of a bus,
Not divinely encoded into souls or chromosomes.

So when you are looking for intervention,
Reading texts, looking for life’s comprehension,
The answer may be wherever you need it.
God may reach you on a scrap of paper in Nepal,
Or yes, even that writing on the bathroom wall,
For my friend, all you have to do is to heed it.