Something About Change

I may just spend a whole day sitting in place.

I’m almost seventy-three and no one would

miss me anyway. Who in hell would even care?

But then, one might say, you could, if you would,

go out and inspect the world around, you know,

just to keep your eyes on things. I do appreciate

your concern, but I am confident the world at

large can well manage its nefarious and philan-

thropic deeds without me. After all, it has been

spinning around way before I arrived. Chances

are it will continue long after the likes of you and

me are gone. For now, this day in the life of me,

I have seen just about all I need to see. Oceans

wave, mountains rise, rain forests rain, deserts

continue to bake, blow and dry. Blue skies turn

turn cloudy and gray without me. Famine, war

and peace will see-saw up and down, puzzle

pieces will be inserted into place, vehicular

meyhem shall clog arterial ways. What’s one

whole day, anyway? Perhaps I’ll take a week off,

who knows a month, a year sitting here in place?

And when the paramedics come to cart me away,

with my dying breath I’ll look at them askance and

with great surprise ask, Didn’t a Walgreen’s used

to be on that corner over there? My how things

have changed since I last engaged. By the way,

does Amazon Prime still deliver orders the next

day? Damn! I hadn’t noticed how long my toenails

have grown. You wouldn’t happen to have a smoke on

you, would you? I really should get out more, you know.

                                -30-

Chris Hanch 2-18-2020