Toilet Sitting

Don’t toilets glow in the middle of the night?

I know it’s really because they’re white,

but aren’t they such places of solitude?

I mean it—not simply being crude.

There’s a touch of the confessional

despite the lack of religious professional.

One can think

next to the sink

and sort things out

and shift their thoughts about,

without worrying about approvement.

It is a place of spiritual movement.

Some pour it out at the tomb.

My preference is the little room.