The call to nature was loud and clear

relief from the pressures of this time he pleas

he searched for solidarity in his haste

his needs would soon be met, the time is here

he crouched upon the seen, familiar though different

an amber essence  water fall surges though its confinements

an emminse thunder crackles through the porcilin scape

a slow motion free fall

 an emanent splash awaits in the pool below

 the terrain now dampened 

waiting in contemplation

his need soon fulfilled

all things evident now washed away

 

he exits the men's room