Small rocks picked up along the way,
piled like an altar on the back of the toilet.
I spend a lot of time at this altar since my colon cancer and marvel at God’s sense of humour.
Me, a fastidious man,
now I crap and it’s all over the place.
‘Hope’ is painted on one rock,
kept for unknown reasons,
reflecting what is sacred.
But I too have a sense of humour
and appreciate this gift from God
an attitude of hope,
solid as rock.