I sit alone It is five in the afternoon I just woke up from a three hour nap My physical condition seems to be slipping It may be a temporary situation That is my hope because I do not wish to give up being active I am okay being alone, but Desire to be around other active people I look out the window There is solitude there also No creature, in my eyesight, stirring about The wind is blowing, strongly but not fiercely Mr. Sun is casting long shadows I feel the radiant chill from the walls I like writing about experience Interaction with other people’s ideas The source of their beliefs I have always thought that Action speaks louder than words It is so easy to criticize when You are not in the arena engaging The non-doers speak the loudest Pile on regardless of the source I think their curiosity is dormant They are satisfied with others thoughts Which are coincidental with their own There is no tendency to explore Discover on their own what is happening Or what has happened if anything at all I like involvement with reality Know what makes people tick Find the source of their strength Among these I usually hear the word respect I attempt to employ it in all my encounters Never have to worry about second thoughts Stanski February 26, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 