I write…

I sit here & write & write and write,

sometimes till my loss is that of my sight,

I write during the day, during the light,

I write during the dark, during the night,

does it all do any good, or does it maybe might?

I write always alone,

I write always while attached to the phone,

I write when there is nobody home,

I write as an outlet to my desire to roam,

I write even on the beach while for shells I comb,

I write when I drive, while passing several domes,

I write next to this wall insulated with Styrofoam,

I write so much that no one knows for sure if what I write

                    are actually poems…

I write for peace,

I write for piece,

I write for me,

I write for you,

I write for no one in particular,

I write for my own mind,

I write if you don’t mind,

I write whether you mind or not,

I write cause I write, guess that’s where its at…

                                                                             (ed)