Each day
I read,
get aroused
or excited
or perplexed
or disgusted
or saddened,
and I write.
I shout
out
to the wind,
to the sun,
to the moon,
stars,
planets.
I scream
out
to the woods
and fields
and lakes
and creeks.
I think
outloud,
and express it,
as though my words
and thoughts
might actually
be read,
might actually
make a difference.
Who am I fooling?
Social media
is not my pulpit.
It is not my op-ed page.
It is a place
for me to respond,
react,
rant,
and write
drivel.
It is a waste of my time,
my talent,
what I’m blessed with.
I need to change.
