The Choo

I left my misery somewhere between
the Mara and Narok.

Stopped to use the washroom -
a cement room with a hole in the ground
crouched down hugging my knees
trying not to piss on my shoes.

I think perhaps it fell down
into the dark abyss in the earth
while I was pulling my pants up and
trying not to breathe too deep.

If only they sold therapy like that
for $70 per session back home where
they put you in an outhouse for 30 minutes and
had you scream your affliction into the toilet.

Perchance I'd have discarded my misery
long ago.