I stand at the commode looking
up and think about the ceiling
corner. I just take it for grant-
ed that it is there keeping the
ceiling from falling on my head
while I am standing relieving my
self — an architectural plan and
a construction plan and carpenters
with measuring instruments and
saws and hammers and nails and
drywall and drywall guys standing
on stilts and sanders and painters,
all who quit at 4:30 to pick up
their stuff before finishing at
five, and I stand there not having
given all that much of a thought
until now and I wonder what those
workers think about as they look
up at the ceiling corners of their
lives.