Over a cup of coffee
I sip to jump start my morn
A little rush in me not running out the door
To the potty I go back and forth
Fluid rush into my mouth
Down the tunnel to the pit
Splashing about in the watering can
Out it comes into the mouth of the stool
Inner mixed with water keeping gases locked away
Through the serpentine down the dark line
Into another pit mixing with the rest
Making its way out the leach line
Like fertilizer to plants
Why don’t I do like the animals do?
Jump starting the plants
What makes me so special that I must have indoor plumbing?
Maybe it all started in the garden.