It may have been a dream. I can’t remember now. All that matters was my vision quest to find a bathroom. I’d been slamming flat whites into my bladder all morning. The caffeine shook my bowels like a city on a fault line. Was there going to be an earthquake in my pants?

I’m not a spiritual man, not anymore, not after I popped a rib while practicing a backbend at the behest of a certified teacher. I’ve even stopped going to temple night at the local. The last time I went to a yoga class, I held my tongue while all the Lulu Lemons said namaste. Yet, I cannot help but feel an abundance of light above me.