I sit at my desk
editing.
Slowly,
deliberately working
on making my words more precise,
more clear,
more interesting,
more helpful.
Then, through the window,
I watch the cars go by–
so many vehicles for such a little town.
Where are they going?
And why?
I don’t want to scurry anywhere.
I don’t want to buy something
just because I can.
I want to spend my energy
deliberately.
I want to sit.
To be.
To write.
I want less,
not more.