POEM - Resourceful

My eldest criticizes my resourceful nature

An ability born of impoverished formative years

Able to make much from nothing

Find beauty in all forms in all around

I will find myself reading this

In rough draft, to her, on purpose

As I withdraw the paper, eyes will roll

A question will form

One, THE one, I expected. Engineered

I like this game where a small insignificant action

Generates the biggest response

I ignore the incredulous guttural churnings

Begin to read only to be interrupted

Here it comes

            "Is that toilet seat paper again?"

            "Maybe . . . "

Yes, of course it is

Of course I will continue to do this

A moments peace at the office

Reposed in the cool tile lined sanctuary

With only my thoughts,

            and my thoughts are

                        as thoughts will be

Good ones now and then

And I must capture them

Resourcefully so

            These fleeting vapors

            From the porcelain muse

Before all is consumed and withdrawn

Vacated, departed and cleansed