This is a poem about bells far off ringing in this small Rhine town
A poem about all the songwriters and poets I love who died broke.
It is a poem about writers who complain about institutions muddying the waters.
A poem about loneliness and loud noises.
A love poem about being face down in the grass so close you can smell mother earth.
This is a poem about not knowing if I should be afraid to die.
A poem about war and Nuclear devastation.
It is also a poem about being bored and scrolling endlessly through social media.
As well as a Poem about daydreaming and sleeping.
It isn’t a poem about the critical analysis of writing and prose.
Nor a Poem about sustainable farming or escapist economies.
It kinda is a Poem about building community.
This poem begs you the reader to ask more questions.
It is the kind of Poem that invites you to be part of something.
This is a Poem, by a man in his 50’s, thinking too much most of the time.
This is the end of the poem.
Photo: a visit to the cookie lady / 2022