Stuck in deep thought most of time; I’m miles away.
Unaware of my own body, much less the date.
Couldn’t say what was had for dinner yesterday.
What do these trivialities mean anyway?
This is my true work, what matters above all else.
In its face, all of life’s importance simply melts.
I write every day because I have zero choice.
I would combust, if I had no vent for my voice.
Most times, the best we can do is just bear witness…
Bear it for the world at large & human fitness.
L.B.Stowe 