I try to picture you-know-who Sitting on the ‘john’ or ‘loo’ For really, he is one of us: Doing what we humans do. Wondering if he’s ever insecure, Unsure about what comes to mind, Understanding that the mind can find The craziest of thoughts to think. Myself, I waver, Do not savour every blink. And here we watch men of the hour, Those with power Giving out their unsound signals, Posturing from face to fingers; Accusations, condemnations… Is there never doubt of thought, When I, the lowly writing poet Try to deepen virtues absent, missing parts While always staying kind at heart, Well-inclined, well-defined; Self-understanding melts self-doubt. To know the two Is good for you, Of value to the time to come; By definition, everyone’s.
loo, john; English slang for toilet. Self-Doubt 10.2.2020/re-composed 1.27.2021 Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin