In Exile

Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan

Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan

Self imposed exile.
I used to wonder why people
would choose to exile themselves
from the world and others.
Now I know.
I am doing it myself.

Why, I don’t really know for sure
except that I tire of the pettiness and noise.
So many words that say so little.
So much noise that accomplishes nothing –
clanging cymbals.

So much activity, wasted motion
to and fro, like broken records stuck on one phrase
over and over again.
I like being here.

I like unplugging the phone.
Knowing that unless someone really wants to see me
enough to come all the way here
I’ll not be disturbed
by what is going on out there.

Do I care.
Yes, I do very much.
But because I care
I must stay here and remain uninvolved.
Someone has to.
I don’t know yet.

©1987 Sharron R. McMillan

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