Less, Not More

I sit at my desk

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

I want to sit.

To be.

To write.

I want less,
not more.

Poem by Jill Kimberly Hartwell Geoffrion