Dear fledgling self that's left the homestead, I used to be content in another's comforting shadow: gladly took dictation, carried a typewriter from office to home and back, fine with cleaning up before and after. But someone was always saying Speak up or Speak louder; Hurry or Make more friends. Aristotle once said whoever has no need to live in society because he is sufficient for himself must be either a beast or a god. What does it mean that there are some people who believe they are a cow (there's actually a name for it: Boanthropy)? Others believe they're the one everyone's been waiting for; they're usually quick to do things like explain your own culture to you, or say What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a joint like this? Outside in the field, flies buzz in the heat. Nothing moves; only an occasional ripple through grass and the sharp flick of a tail.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.